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If they stayed a health nut then they probably can still do the 99-101 to max out in two minutes. This family seems that type.
With This Ring (Young Justice SI) (Thread Twelve)
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If they stayed a health nut then they probably can still do the 99-101 to max out in two minutes. This family seems that type.
The Froggy Ninja
The Blade Will Never Die
He can't even think it.He doesn't actually say his name, he just lip-syncs it while the ring provides the actual sound.
Dakkaface
Extra Shooty Wordsmith
I knew a guy in college who could do well over 200 (he claimed he'd done 400 once, but I never saw it). Guy was built like a brick. What he said is that once you're able to do that many, doing more isn't really getting you any stronger. It's just an endurance test and it's boring. I suppose if you're in an active competition with someone, you can eliminate the boredom issue.
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He doesn't have to, he just says: "Hi, my name is " and then moves his mouth briefly while telling the ring to 'transmit name' (after previously having programmed in the name, which may have taken a while
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- Canada
I'm not saying it can't be done, it's just extremely out of the norm that a man in his late seventies would be able to.
BlackLantern2814
Hello darkness my old friend.
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- Earth
Hampsterpig
I write stuff.
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- Somewhere in my own head
GrayvenxSinestroRing is canon anyway, so there is no real point.Okay
Sean Connery swam from England to France when he was in his 70s if I recall correctly.
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- Canada
Yeah but that's more endurance/skill, it's pretty different compared to push ups, anyway it hardly matters, at least the retired soldier isn't struggling with a mere 30 push ups after the edit, though I still find him being in the 130s a bit too high.Sean Connery swam from England to France when he was in his 70s if I recall correctly.
Empiricist2
Let's play doctor!
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- Baton Rouge
Remember that this is DC Earth. Humans have higher peak physicals than real humans.
BlackLantern2814
Hello darkness my old friend.
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- Earth
Just because it's canon doesn't mean it's not shippy.
And since when was it canon anyway? Lol :lol
Silverias
Seeing is Believing
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- Squiddy Places
Just because it's canon doesn't mean it's not shippy.
Insert joke about having Sinestro Ring wrapped around his finger here.
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- Canada
Nah that bit was about BulletproofIdea grandpa.
PostwarGryphon
Traveller of Planes
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- Australia
Mention of the Atlantean Navy makes me think of one of these.
What madness is this?!?
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- Hampden Park
Thank you, corrected.
Date Night (supplementary, Renegade option)
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- Hampden Park
26th March
12:26 GMT -4
It's interesting, seeing the White House lawns from this view point. So similar to my sojourn to Earth 50 and yet.. totally dissimilar in tone. This time rather than intruding on someone else's ceremony I'm attending my own. I'm wearing a suit rather than glowing yellow armour. I even invited a few guests. Doctor Robbins and Orana have already taken their seats in the audience while A-. While Mister Scott has just been shown through to the backstage area by the Secret Service.
I need to talk to him. I should probably have had this discussion when I returned his lantern, but I was.. busy… Not a great explanation, but a true one. And I had to wait to see exactly how far the League… How far Diana was going to push things. And, yes, this is a better occasion than just turning up at his home or inviting him to my own unfinished one. Really, Genomorphs need an intermediate labourer caste because while G-Trolls are great for clearing debris they don't really have the skills for delicate work. Maybe they could revisit the old G-Promethean design? Or heck, I could offer Dubbilex my services in upgrading the existing ones. I'll run it by him later.
Mister Scott makes eye contact with me. He looks… Old. Worn down. Huh, maybe he and Doctor Robbins can compare notes or something. I nod in greeting and start walking towards him.
"Grayven."
"Mister Scott." I hold out my right hand. "Good of you to come."
"I was.. a little surprised to receive the invite." He watches me for a moment, then reaches a decision and takes my hand. For a man of his generation not doing so would have been a major slight, after all. "I rather got the impression that you didn't want to have anything to do with.. us."
"That's… No, Mister Scott…" Sinestro, sound baffle.
As you wish.
A barely visible yellow barrier forms around us. "I respect you. I admire all your achievements. And I still respect the League."
"You've got a funny way of showing it. They took you in, offered you training and friendship and you just threw it back in their faces."
"Because of their…" Control. Control. Remember your anger management. "I slew the greatest living mass murderer and Diana tried to tell me I'd done a bad thing. This-" I spread my arms wide. "-whole thing is the country saying I was right and they were wrong. Why should I hide? Why should I follow her instruction to sit in a cave while the world celebrates my action?"
"She was trying to help you. And what you did to Hal-."
"That was a harmless joke! And Diana was trying to control me. I could not bear it any longer. That…" I exhale. "That doesn't mean I suddenly forget all the.. good things she does. That the League does. And I certainly haven't forgotten my friends. It just means that wasn't the place for me any longer." I look around. Anyone look like they're trying to lip read me? No. "Besides, it's not as if I did anything you wouldn't have done."
He huffs. "You've got some nerve, saying that."
"Do I? Mister Scott, I'm one of three people alive who know what really happened to Rag Doll." For a second his face shows his shock, then he masters it. "I spoke about the scenario to Diana -didn't mention names of course- and she told me that she thought that the three of you chose wrongly. I -on the other hand- agree with you completely."
"That makes one of us."
"Why? He was a foul and murderous example of humanity who devoted himself to spreading misery and destruction. I mean, it's not like he was the first person you killed-."
"That was in the war. And before you start on how war isn't special, I know. I hadn't ever killed a man before that, and seeing.. all of the death the war involved caused me to never want to kill again. And if he hadn't threatened our families then I never would have."
"So is that alright then? You can kill if it's personal but not if it's a considered decision? Save the people close to you.. but not other people? Mister Scott, no court would have convicted you."
"Maybe. Maybe not. But someone like you might have followed our example. I can't imagine what it woulda done to Jay if Barry had taken that as his example."
"Central City Rogues aren't usually that bad… Okay, Murmur, maybe-."
"That's not the point. You know what a copycat killer is?"
"Of course. But I'm afraid we're all out of Klarions."
"They won't be that specific. By getting away with this, you will inspire other people to murder other criminals. And they won't have your sense of priorities."
"I know. That's why today is so important." I dismiss the yellow bubble. "I need to make it clear to everyone exactly why I did what I did. How I think the law should treat metahumans, what the guiding principles should be. Once I've done that, anyone who claims to be following my lead when they're clearly not is just another criminal." I lay my right hand on his left shoulder. "Please. I got them to save you a seat at the front. Hear me out before rendering final judgement."
He hesitates for a moment and then nods. "Guess I can do that." He turns away, one of the ushers escorting him around to the front of the stage.
I watch him go for a moment, then about face and amble in the direction of President Horne.
"…just the cost, General. Your own analysis shows that it can't maneuver as well as the F-Sixteen, that the next generation radar systems the Russians and Chinese are bringing in can see it as easily as they can regular aircraft and that it isn't mechanically reliable yet. There simply isn't any reason to rush implementation." The air force general looks distinctly unhappy with the President's pronouncement. "And I seem to remember you taking a rather different line last time we talked about the A-Ten."
"Mister President, those aircraft simply aren't compara-."
"I'm sorry to interrupt, General, Mister President, but I'm ready when you are."
"Okay then. Thank you General, that will be all."
"Sir." The General looks at me for a moment before turning away and heading in the direction of the White House.
"Having trouble there?"
Horne bows his head slightly, then shakes it. "I'm a little slower to fund their toybox than some of my Republican colleagues might like. And now there's a distinct possibility they could be stuck with me for another term they're making more of an effort to try to talk me around to their way of thinking."
"Didn't seem to be working."
"PR is no replacement for facts and figures. The case doesn't make sense yet." He half-turns and starts moving in the direction of the steps up to the stage. I follow, mindful of my far greater weight. "Maybe they'll work the bugs out eventually. I don't really want conventional defense to take up too much of my administration's time or energy." He pauses just at the edge of the stage. "You're ready for your speech, right?"
"Of course."
"A few people on my team were a mite annoyed that you wouldn't use our speech writers or show us the text ahead of time. I have to say that I'm a little nervous about it myself."
"Mister President, I've got… About as much riding on this as you have. I'm not going to make a pig's ear of it, but the impact will be all the greater if it isn't trailered."
He nods as we walk up the steps to the rear of the stage. "Were you serious about the other me being a killer robot?"
"It isn't any longer, Mister President."
"I get the impression that's kind of a theme with you."
I shrug. "By the time I usually get called in…"
"I suppose." He nods to himself. "You at least read our briefing material, right?"
"Every bit, Mister President."
"Then okay. Let's get this show on the road."
12:26 GMT -4
It's interesting, seeing the White House lawns from this view point. So similar to my sojourn to Earth 50 and yet.. totally dissimilar in tone. This time rather than intruding on someone else's ceremony I'm attending my own. I'm wearing a suit rather than glowing yellow armour. I even invited a few guests. Doctor Robbins and Orana have already taken their seats in the audience while A-. While Mister Scott has just been shown through to the backstage area by the Secret Service.
I need to talk to him. I should probably have had this discussion when I returned his lantern, but I was.. busy… Not a great explanation, but a true one. And I had to wait to see exactly how far the League… How far Diana was going to push things. And, yes, this is a better occasion than just turning up at his home or inviting him to my own unfinished one. Really, Genomorphs need an intermediate labourer caste because while G-Trolls are great for clearing debris they don't really have the skills for delicate work. Maybe they could revisit the old G-Promethean design? Or heck, I could offer Dubbilex my services in upgrading the existing ones. I'll run it by him later.
Mister Scott makes eye contact with me. He looks… Old. Worn down. Huh, maybe he and Doctor Robbins can compare notes or something. I nod in greeting and start walking towards him.
"Grayven."
"Mister Scott." I hold out my right hand. "Good of you to come."
"I was.. a little surprised to receive the invite." He watches me for a moment, then reaches a decision and takes my hand. For a man of his generation not doing so would have been a major slight, after all. "I rather got the impression that you didn't want to have anything to do with.. us."
"That's… No, Mister Scott…" Sinestro, sound baffle.
As you wish.
A barely visible yellow barrier forms around us. "I respect you. I admire all your achievements. And I still respect the League."
"You've got a funny way of showing it. They took you in, offered you training and friendship and you just threw it back in their faces."
"Because of their…" Control. Control. Remember your anger management. "I slew the greatest living mass murderer and Diana tried to tell me I'd done a bad thing. This-" I spread my arms wide. "-whole thing is the country saying I was right and they were wrong. Why should I hide? Why should I follow her instruction to sit in a cave while the world celebrates my action?"
"She was trying to help you. And what you did to Hal-."
"That was a harmless joke! And Diana was trying to control me. I could not bear it any longer. That…" I exhale. "That doesn't mean I suddenly forget all the.. good things she does. That the League does. And I certainly haven't forgotten my friends. It just means that wasn't the place for me any longer." I look around. Anyone look like they're trying to lip read me? No. "Besides, it's not as if I did anything you wouldn't have done."
He huffs. "You've got some nerve, saying that."
"Do I? Mister Scott, I'm one of three people alive who know what really happened to Rag Doll." For a second his face shows his shock, then he masters it. "I spoke about the scenario to Diana -didn't mention names of course- and she told me that she thought that the three of you chose wrongly. I -on the other hand- agree with you completely."
"That makes one of us."
"Why? He was a foul and murderous example of humanity who devoted himself to spreading misery and destruction. I mean, it's not like he was the first person you killed-."
"That was in the war. And before you start on how war isn't special, I know. I hadn't ever killed a man before that, and seeing.. all of the death the war involved caused me to never want to kill again. And if he hadn't threatened our families then I never would have."
"So is that alright then? You can kill if it's personal but not if it's a considered decision? Save the people close to you.. but not other people? Mister Scott, no court would have convicted you."
"Maybe. Maybe not. But someone like you might have followed our example. I can't imagine what it woulda done to Jay if Barry had taken that as his example."
"Central City Rogues aren't usually that bad… Okay, Murmur, maybe-."
"That's not the point. You know what a copycat killer is?"
"Of course. But I'm afraid we're all out of Klarions."
"They won't be that specific. By getting away with this, you will inspire other people to murder other criminals. And they won't have your sense of priorities."
"I know. That's why today is so important." I dismiss the yellow bubble. "I need to make it clear to everyone exactly why I did what I did. How I think the law should treat metahumans, what the guiding principles should be. Once I've done that, anyone who claims to be following my lead when they're clearly not is just another criminal." I lay my right hand on his left shoulder. "Please. I got them to save you a seat at the front. Hear me out before rendering final judgement."
He hesitates for a moment and then nods. "Guess I can do that." He turns away, one of the ushers escorting him around to the front of the stage.
I watch him go for a moment, then about face and amble in the direction of President Horne.
"…just the cost, General. Your own analysis shows that it can't maneuver as well as the F-Sixteen, that the next generation radar systems the Russians and Chinese are bringing in can see it as easily as they can regular aircraft and that it isn't mechanically reliable yet. There simply isn't any reason to rush implementation." The air force general looks distinctly unhappy with the President's pronouncement. "And I seem to remember you taking a rather different line last time we talked about the A-Ten."
"Mister President, those aircraft simply aren't compara-."
"I'm sorry to interrupt, General, Mister President, but I'm ready when you are."
"Okay then. Thank you General, that will be all."
"Sir." The General looks at me for a moment before turning away and heading in the direction of the White House.
"Having trouble there?"
Horne bows his head slightly, then shakes it. "I'm a little slower to fund their toybox than some of my Republican colleagues might like. And now there's a distinct possibility they could be stuck with me for another term they're making more of an effort to try to talk me around to their way of thinking."
"Didn't seem to be working."
"PR is no replacement for facts and figures. The case doesn't make sense yet." He half-turns and starts moving in the direction of the steps up to the stage. I follow, mindful of my far greater weight. "Maybe they'll work the bugs out eventually. I don't really want conventional defense to take up too much of my administration's time or energy." He pauses just at the edge of the stage. "You're ready for your speech, right?"
"Of course."
"A few people on my team were a mite annoyed that you wouldn't use our speech writers or show us the text ahead of time. I have to say that I'm a little nervous about it myself."
"Mister President, I've got… About as much riding on this as you have. I'm not going to make a pig's ear of it, but the impact will be all the greater if it isn't trailered."
He nods as we walk up the steps to the rear of the stage. "Were you serious about the other me being a killer robot?"
"It isn't any longer, Mister President."
"I get the impression that's kind of a theme with you."
I shrug. "By the time I usually get called in…"
"I suppose." He nods to himself. "You at least read our briefing material, right?"
"Every bit, Mister President."
"Then okay. Let's get this show on the road."
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Finagle007
[Verified Great Old One]
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Ah, so Grayven will be giving a speech this time.
He hasn't figured out Alan Scott's unusual biology yet I see.
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Typos:
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"celebrates"
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- Earth
Not really surprised this universe shows Diana has a significant hypocritical/goody two shoes side. When Paul looked at her core emotional structure, she lacked yellow, orange, and red. And that's...not necessarily a good thing. When your thinking is almost always optimistic, when you lack a healthy sense of fear, when you've been one of the foremost publicly recognized 'heroes' on the planet for decades, you can become delusional in a way that acts as a mirror to certain misguided villains.
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Silverias
Seeing is Believing
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- Squiddy Places
Read, ignored, and burned, Mr. President!
shepsquared
Erratic Aussie
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- Melbourne, Australia
Not lacked. The superficial level he spoke of there only shows the most dominant parts of your personality. He can look deeper, including at desires that have no relation to the situation at hand.
Try
Tailored
No_Meaning
Self-Requested Ban
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Grayven 2020!
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