Super Duper: Age Of Absurdity

LET THERE BE JUSTICE
MAY THE DARK OF THE NIGHT NEVER SNUFF OUT HOPES LIGHT
MAY THE WORK OF THE MARTYRS BE NOT IN VAIN
THIS WORLD IS FILTHY AND ALWAYS WILL BE
BUT IT'S WORTH FIGHTING FOR

Toby Schmidt has donned the secet identity Necro-man

It is time to move on
You spread your power to couple more people in the following 2 weeks
Necro-Man defends downtown and it's local Lgbtq community from any trouble

A new host to bestow your wisdom upon has been chosen

Greg Heffer
​

Dear god you miss Terry

He wasn't blood related but goddamn it, he was a big brother to you
He's gone now
You hold the jacket with the Street Hounds symbol on it

You never understood others much
Never had good social skills
But Terry always had patience with you
Always helped

You watch the news, hearing about some reports of strange happenings around the city, about Necro-Man beating street thugs with his abilities

The things you would do if you got you hands on him
Most likely beat him to a pulp while crying/screaming/yelling

You smashed the living skeletons skull in with a door that somehow fell off its hinges
It was awkward to wield but it got the job done

Marty ran home as fast as possible, couldn't blame him, he saw a skeleton walk and a man die you're surprised you didn't join him immediately

But you couldn't leave Terry alone
The police didn't believe your explanation at first, when you called them and said everything that happened
But there was no evidence you committed the murder
They were keeping a close eye on you at first, since it was such a baffling case
But when Necro-man came along showcasing his powers while fighting crime, they connected the dots with the scene, the dudes abilities, and your info, you were off the hook, kinda, they interrogated you for a bit about Necro's identity but you didn't know

You've been sitting in your living room for an entire week since then, just watching that screen, sometimes even when it was turned off

Unearthly power crackles beneath your skin, a bright light comes forth from your eyes
A connection with something alien has been made

Gift: Street Hounds
Summon up to 6 anthropomorphic dog men with olympic level athletics skills, enhanced senses, inhumanly good street fighting skills, and a psychic connection with you
If one dies they can be resummoned after 3 days

You're in your room, visibly shaken by this event and the information given
What do you
​

​

You sat across from Marty in his house
He was just very confused about your idea
Marty: "You saw an actual real life superhuman make a skeleton get up, and you want to reorganize the gang to fight him?"
You nod
Marty: "Terry wouldn't want you to throw away your life on a fucking vengeance fueled suicide mission, we're talking about an actual person who can say fuck you to physics!"
You nod
Marty: "Then why are you even humouring that ide-"

You summon one of your hounds
They're named after a Disney villain
Scar: "Wanna know how I got these scars?"
Marty shakily nods while hiding behind his chair, a combination of confused, scared, and curious
Scar: "I dunno! I just got created"
He pats you on the back and laughs at Marty's fearful expression as if he told a joke or something

You raise your index to his lips and he immediately goes silent and straightens out
Scar: "Apologies bossman!"

You look at Marty and gesture to his chair
He sits down once more
Greg: "We're going to use this new opportunity of mine to make sure Necro is dead or dying in a gutter, we're going to dominate these streets and show this town you don't mess with the street hounds"
You say this casually with a smile
Then extend your hand to Marty

Greg: "For Terry"
Marty slowly reaches out and shakes your hand
Marty: "F-for Terry"

Then Scar comes out from the kitchen, since he walked in there while you were busy with Marty
He was also carrying a tall ass sandwhich with everything in the pantry on it
Scar: "So what now boss?"
​

Hanging from their ankles upside down were multiple members of a group called the Neon Vipers
A notorious gang known to hang out in the back alleys of the tourist trap district where neon lights are every where
Then they pop out to prey on helpless tourists that wander too far from the main street

Some of them were crying, mostly cause of the bruises and broken fingers that Scar gave them
He didn't kill any of them but goddamn was he brutal

You, Scar, and Marty were sitting down on a pile of metal bars, you decided to carry this out in an old abandoned construction site, give them a little more bruises, interrogate about any useful word on the street
You targeted the Neon Vipers since they're one of the biggest gangs in your part of town, beating just them up sent a message you were not to be messed with, and for less effort
Even tagged the place with spray paint before you left, so everyone would know it was the Street Hounds

Marty and You of course were wearing rubber dog masks, didn't want them targeting you at home

The info you learnt was
-Big Felix, a drug dealer, was recently taken down by Necro-Man, since he was left beaten up with photos of evidence of his crimes left next to the unconscious body, this left a power vacuum in the local black market
-Theres this smalls new group of weirdos calling themselves the Cult-45, saying that the gun is a holy symbol of attaining freedom for ones self, led by a man who seemingly can cast miracles with his weapon, and they're expanding into this territory
-Some suited dudes are coming into town recently, investigating all the strange stuff going on

Afterwords Scar beats them all unconscious

What do you do?
​

​

Marty stood there, staring at the trailer a couple miles outside of town
Dusty and old but somewhere obscure enough to rarely have anyone wander here, with nothing to do either
Marty: "A-are we actually drug dealers now?"

One of your summons, a small chihuahua named Biggy was currently wearing a little gasmask and the bare essential safety gear to make meth
Scar stole the ingredients and other gear, he seems so experienced you almost forget he was just born a week ago

Greg: "Yes, yes we are"
Marty just sat down on the ground clutching his legs in a fetal position, rocking back and forth, wondering where his life went wrong
You give him a reassuring couple headpats before continuing business

A week later your shit is popular
Marty is doing his best to ignore the homeless man whose teeth are mostly missing begging for another fix, but Scar sends the fellow away with a simple glare

The Street Hounds are now known as the best of the many new drug peddling gangs on the west side of town, thanks to lil Biggy's fantastic "Cooking" skills
But also the most intimidating one since they have dogmen with superhuman athletic skills

You even attracted a couple new members, willing to help distribute for a cut of the cash, you kindly allowed them, and made your hounds smelling new members an initiation rite
Scar remembers scents well
Perfect for tracking traitors

Now
What do you do?
​

Marty was just on the other end of the nice table you reserved at the generic fancy restaurant
Your Street Hounds were digging into the overpriced food that rich snobs mostly pretend to like to seem cultured

Both of you wearing Dog Masks to hide your identities of course, your Street Hounds are pretty much known to be close to the gang

Greg: "I've been noticing your nervousness, is something wrong?"
The waiter and manager, who you didn't actually pay but offered some of the good shit to give you and your inner circle a fine dining experience get out from under the table after giving you a foot massage

Marty: "I shouldn't have left you alone that night"
You stop in the middle of sipping some wine
Marty: "I should've helped instead of freaking out when the skeleton got to him"
He's starting to cry now, the dogs bare their fangs at the other customers who look in the direction of your table
Marty: "I-I should've been there for you for that week you shut yourself off from the world"

He gets out of his chair
Marty: "But I can't support this, please we should throw this project in the fire and never speak of it again, no one currently knows our identities and I know you desperately want to make Necro-man pay, but I don't think throwing away the kind, caring, socially awkward Greg I once knew is worth it"

Marty begins to walk away once more

Marty: "And neither would Terry"

What do you do?
​

You and Marty proceed to hand over the drug dealing section of the gang to the business partners you don't give a shit about
Leaving them with a burnt down drug lab to hide evidence of your involvement and none of the support that your Street Hounds offered, alongside some pet drug addicts
You read about their collapse on some news article

You and Marty proceed to build up the gang in its original form, the simple group of little shits that are trying to look cool
Your abilities also help support it, Scar scares off most of the people that mess with your part of town

Though the hatred in your heart still yearns for the head of Necro-man, protecting what you have left is far more important to you
​

Another week passes
The chaos the Street Hound gang caused shook the criminal underworld, but gang bosses all over Forkell's Rock thank their lucky stars that the inner circle responsible for this mess decided to split off for reasons unknown, leaving the rest as easy pickings

Soon more weirdos gain superpowers in the following week
The Cult-45 continue to expand and gain more followers
Necro-man continues their crusade against injustice, unaware of the villain the anti-climactic revenge plot he barely avoided being the target of

Let us see who needs wisdom next
​