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A Hellfish Ignites! (canon!)
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A Hellfish Ignites!
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Your name is Abraham Jebediah Simpson.
Sitting in your office, you have realized something that has shaken the foundations of your world. It hits you harder than any bullet or bomb did back in the war.
Everything has changed.
Life before the dome had been good or at the very least simple, you suppose? As you thought earlier, your major worry was if your son would come to visit you or not. Well that, besides a few crazy adventures and some moments of joy and sadness. America was not perfect, but it was safe. There was also that one time when you had one heck of a brawl with that Lampwick guy, you like to think you won that one.
The point is, things weren't hard. You weren't in charge of Springfield's Nuclear Power Plant. You didn't have an entire town looking to you to protect them. Springfield wasn't in ruins nor was it surrounded by a wasteland, a crazy pharmacist and a supervillain. There wasn't a famine. Bigshot CEOs didn't control entire states. America wasn't like that Ridley Scott movie with them Androids.
Every day wasn't like the war.
Everything has changed and good lord it seriously makes you wonder if you're the right man for this.
You don't have a plan, you don't have the experience in running a power plant, a company or a town and you're certainly not in your prime!
...you aren't even sure if your heart can take this.
But there is one thing you do know.
You stand up from your chair, walk around your desk and head towards the bathroom. You walk up to the mirror, then pull up your left sleeve. There reflected on the mirror, on your arm, is the tattoo. Time and age have lessened the strong colours of the ink, it is not as bold as it once was, but it's still there. You narrow your eyes and pull back the wrinkles. The tattoo now stands out on your skin.
You can still fight. That you know, that you can do.
This Hellfish ain't dead, not yet.
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A/N: Abe Simpson may be an old man, but he's still got his Determination.
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Hi-Diddly-Ho…Kaiserino?
Hi-Diddly-Ho…Kaiserino?
It was already getting dark when Flanders arrived at the cemetery. Flanders couldn't stop the grimace that came from his mouth at seeing the lugubrious sight that awaited him.
As Ned walked by the now familiar road to his destination, he looked around, observing all the gravestones—the old ones that were here for some time now and the new ones that came after the Dome Incident. It filled his heart with sadness to see how such a disaster ruined the lives of so many people. As he passed the gravestone of one "Nicholas Riviera", Ned gave a quick prayer in his mind to his Lord, hoping that there was a spot in Heaven for all the deceased.
His weary steps eventually led him to the reason he visited this place. A gravestone, not different from the other ones that filled this place, but still one that had an important place in Ned's heart. There was a name engraved in the stone:
Maude Flanders (1958–2000)
Flanders gently sets down the bouquet of flowers on the tombstone and takes out a bible, but instead of opening it, he just holds it tight against his chest while taking a deep breath. A comforting feeling starts to arise from inside his body, making the uneasiness he felt since he stepped into the place go away.
"Hello Maude it's been… a long time, isn't it? Hehe."
A momentary surge of regret surges in his heart. Good lord, Flanders couldn't actually remember the last time he actually visited her grave, it had been months at this rate, he was sure. Things in Springfield have been just…to difficult for Ned to go visit her. Between taking care of his children and dealing with the Leftorium closing, he had his hands full. Still, that didn't stop him, he was here now, at the very least.
"These last few months have been very rough, dear. The Lord has really been putting everyone's fate to the test. It's really surprising the ways he can test us, you know?"
Ned allows himself to crack a smile.
"Can you really believe that they tried to put a dome over the city? That seemed straight out of one of those cartoons that children like to watch, right?"
He lets the smile remain a few more seconds before it disappears, a sigh taking its place. He grabs the Bible and holds it in front of him. His hand caressed the cover of the book.
"I was able to keep Rod and Todd safe during all of that, I managed to keep them from seeing the worst of things. People…got really desperate at the end of that. Luckily, our neighborino Homer came through for all of us! Amazing right?"
Ned looked to the side, watching the rows of graves that filled the place.
"I wish I could tell you after the dome blew up that things returned to normal, but… not quite yet dear. Things are gonna take a bit more time before they get back to normal, but I think we are on the right track." Ned continued as he noticed clouds starting to appear in the night sky.
"Things do seem to be getting better, after the Leftorium closed I managed to land a new job, that's quite the story to… tell," Ned stopped speaking as he let out another sigh and his face dropped a bit. He gave another glance to see if there was someone else around. After making sure he was alone he continued.
"I still miss you Maude…a lot. During these trying times, I wished so hard that you were here with me." Ned clutched the Bible so hard that it was up to anyone's guess if his fingers would break first, or the book. "When the riots began and people started getting crazy I didn't know what to do. If it wasn't for our children I'm afraid Satan could have managed to tempt me."
And though Ned thought he was alone, there was, in fact, someone else listening, an uninvited guest so to say. Though to be fair, he was here way before Ned arrived.
"Even so, I still keep praying, my faith for our Lord as strong as ever and in the end, he answered all my prayers."
Ned gave a mix of a chuckle and a sob as he remembered how the glass prison cracked that day, showing that those nightmarish days were nearing their end. "It did make me realize how…lonely I've been since your departure though. Even with the kids and the rest of Springfield here for me, it hasn't been the same without you."
So engrossed in his monologue Ned was that he didn't notice one of the nearby graves started to tremble.
"I…I think it's time to move forward. Announce to the world that Ned is on the market once again! After all… love is not only for the young right?" Ned gave a small smile as he knelt in front of the grave. "I hope that you can give your blessing from the Lord's side." He then got up and gave her wife's grave one last look.
"It was great talking to you again Maude, I will do my best to visit more often, but it seems the next weeks are gonna be very busy. Mr. Simpson seems to have big plans for the city." Flanders gave a melancholy look on his face before it was replaced by his usual smile.
Unnoticed to him, the earth around the grave started to shift, menacingly, without him the wiser.
"Man, it is getting late, better head back home fast, I need to make dinner for the kids." Ned comments as he makes his way back to the entrance. By now, the clouds had covered the whole sky, even blocking the light of the full moon.
"Wohin glauben Sie, dass Sie gehen, mein guter Herr?" A voice whispered so low, breaking the silence and early aura of the night.
Ned stopped, surprised, as he looked around the graveyard. "Did I just hear someone mutter in German?" He gave a full 360º but wasn't able to find anyone else. "Eh, it might be just the wind." He continued his walk towards the exit.
Suddenly… Ned heard a loud noise behind him. Looking back, he saw a hole in the ground, from one of the graves. And poking from that hole was a sickly and rotten hand.
"For decadez I've been dorrrmaaaant." A rough, German voice came out from the hole. Ned couldn't contain the fear in his heart, a cold sweat breaking over his entire body. "Vo darez awaken me from my zzzzlumbeeer?" The voice continued, as a body could be seen climbing from the hole.
Ned started to back away, but after a few steps, he stumbled and fell. Frightened, he still kept backing away crawling. "L-L-Lord, pl-please, protect m-m-meeee!" He stuttered as he continued moving back, while grasping a cross he took out of his pocket, aiming it at the being that was slowly getting out of the ground.
"I am afraid zat god iz not here, hehe." The stranger said as he rose out of the hole and stood to his full height. The darkness of the place made it hard for Ned to fully see them "Itz only you and ich." The being said as he started walking forward, towards Ned.
"It iz I, ze one and only, Kaiser Villhelm II!"
Lighting seems to strike out of nowhere, illuminating the area and allowing Ned to have a clear view of the man(?), if only momentarily and what he saw scared the hell out of him. Rotten grayish flesh could be seen, which was wearing an old and deteriorated German Uniform, with several medals attached to it, rusted and damaged. A gray musty mustache accompanied the rotten and grinning face of the being.
"B-Begone evil one! There's no p-place for y-you here!" Ned said, scared and on the ground, while still aiming the cross at the apparent zombie(?). "Go back to Satan, you f-fiend."
"Oh, trust me. Zatan could not hold me zere." The zombie Kaiser said as he approached Ned, every step he took caused all the bones in his body to make harsh creaking sounds. "I zhould zank you, my young man. itz because of you I managed to fully avaken!" The zombie said as he raised both of his arms in the air, one arm shorter than the other.
"ME?! What in the fiery pits of hell are you talking about?" Ned said a bit offended, his fears ignored for a moment.
"Vell, you see my vell moisturized mustached friend. Your deep and emozional speech voke me up from my lethargy. Vor a few months now, my zoul and body been vaiting for someone to disturb it. And zats youuuuuu!" Kaiser says as he points a finger from the larger arm toward him. Ned could do nothing but stare in abject horror.
"And now, iz time for me to accomplish my mission. I vill clear my name, become the Kaiser again and bring glory to meeee. Soon, ze fourth Reich will begin!" The german said with an air of confidence as he stared deep into Ned's eyes.
And the only thing Ned could do as the zombified German proclaimed his intentions to the world was…
"Um… you sure you want to do that?" Ned said, intrigued and questioning the zombie's motives.
"Vhat? Of course! That's ze only reason my zoul iz still posezzing this putrefacted corpse!" The Kaiser said indignant.
"I..I know, it's just…from what I remember from the history books things didn't go your way while you held the crown." Ned said as he rubbed his head a little, still a bit skittish around the literal zombie. "You could…not do that? Also… last time I checked, Germany no longer has royalty, it might be kind of awkward having a zombie as a leader."
"...Of course, I have to do zat!" The Kaiser said, but it could seem he was a little doubtful. "I need to zet zhings right…Ozervise, vhats the point of being here. I…vould have nothing elze!" He said with a sad look on his rotten face.
Ned looked at the Kaiser with a bit of pity and understanding. "Is there really nothing else you want to do?" Ned says catching the Kaiser's attention. "I'm…going to ignore for a moment that you are a zombie, but, there has to be something you didn't get to do while…alive?"
"Mmm.." Kaiser thought as he stroked his mustache, face in full thought. "I did alvays vanted to be a cowboy." The zombie comments while looking at the ground. "But how could I achieve zhat now? Look at me!" He says as he motions to…well, his literal rotten corpse.
"Um…perhaps my boss could help you?." Ned says in a dubious tone. "We would gladly make…the arrangement."
"Vonderwar! Take me to your leader zhen." Kaiser says with a commanding tone.
"Oh of course!" Ned says quickly. "It would be our pleasure! Though…It is kind of late. Also a Saturday." He says sheepishly. "You would have to wait until Monday for Mr. Simpson to be available."
"Scheiße!" Wilhelm II exclaims. "Fery vell. Zhen I should vait until zhen. Let'z go to your abode, I vill stay vith you meanvile." Kaiser says in a definite tone, while walking up to Flanders, still in the ground, and offering a hand.
"I..can't just bring you to my home!" Ned says apprehensive. "I have so many questions! Just how in the Lord's name are you here? Zombies are just a product of Hollywood!" Ned exclaims as he takes the offered hand and manages to get up.
"Magic." Kaiser answers nonchalantly.
"Magic isn't real! Don't bring that Harry Potter nonsense here!" Flanders said annoyed.
"I don't know vat zis "Potter" zhing is, but Magic is fery real," the Kaiser comments as he starts walking towards the exit, "come on, ve don't have all night. Ve need to move before more of ze sleeping souls here avaken."
"Wait what? There can be more of you guys?" Flanders says scared, while looking back at Maude's grave, alarmed.
"Maybe?" Kaiser just shrugs his shoulders, making more creaking sounds. "If the zouls had grudges or unfinizhed business, zhere's a chance. Zhey vould need a stimulli from outside to vake up though."
"Oh no…holly moly." Flanders said as he stared at the bunch of graves around him and with a gulp, started running to catch up to the zombified Kaiser. He would need to inform Mr. Simpson soon!
After a few minutes, they reached the entrance. "I nefer heard your name, Herr…?" Kaiser Willhelm comments as both of them stand in front of the gates.
"Oh…It's Ned. Ned Flanders."
"Herr Flanders then. Let me introduce myself again. I'm Kaiser Villhelm II, a pleasure."
He offers Flanders a handshake.
"Hi diddly ho…Kaiserino?" He says with an unsure tone as he grasps the handshake.
The night didn't go as Ned expected. Not one bit. Still, It wasn't so bad, or so he thinks as both if them got in the car, the Kaiser amazed at the sight of such a thing… Ned didn't have the slightest idea how he was gonna explain any of this to his children… or to his boss.
REWARD:
Ned had a heartfelt talk! He is now more motivated than usual! Ned gets a +5 to next turn's Personal action, as well as whatever National action he is assigned to, if he is assigned to one. New personal actions for Ned unlocked!
You learned that you might have a zombie issue soon… if you don't take precautions.
Ned has met the Kaiser himself! Though a zombie, this man is ready to live some more!
Kaiser Willhelm recruited as a hero unit! (Didn't see that one coming, did you?)
It was already getting dark when Flanders arrived at the cemetery. Flanders couldn't stop the grimace that came from his mouth at seeing the lugubrious sight that awaited him.
As Ned walked by the now familiar road to his destination, he looked around, observing all the gravestones—the old ones that were here for some time now and the new ones that came after the Dome Incident. It filled his heart with sadness to see how such a disaster ruined the lives of so many people. As he passed the gravestone of one "Nicholas Riviera", Ned gave a quick prayer in his mind to his Lord, hoping that there was a spot in Heaven for all the deceased.
His weary steps eventually led him to the reason he visited this place. A gravestone, not different from the other ones that filled this place, but still one that had an important place in Ned's heart. There was a name engraved in the stone:
Maude Flanders (1958–2000)
Flanders gently sets down the bouquet of flowers on the tombstone and takes out a bible, but instead of opening it, he just holds it tight against his chest while taking a deep breath. A comforting feeling starts to arise from inside his body, making the uneasiness he felt since he stepped into the place go away.
"Hello Maude it's been… a long time, isn't it? Hehe."
A momentary surge of regret surges in his heart. Good lord, Flanders couldn't actually remember the last time he actually visited her grave, it had been months at this rate, he was sure. Things in Springfield have been just…to difficult for Ned to go visit her. Between taking care of his children and dealing with the Leftorium closing, he had his hands full. Still, that didn't stop him, he was here now, at the very least.
"These last few months have been very rough, dear. The Lord has really been putting everyone's fate to the test. It's really surprising the ways he can test us, you know?"
Ned allows himself to crack a smile.
"Can you really believe that they tried to put a dome over the city? That seemed straight out of one of those cartoons that children like to watch, right?"
He lets the smile remain a few more seconds before it disappears, a sigh taking its place. He grabs the Bible and holds it in front of him. His hand caressed the cover of the book.
"I was able to keep Rod and Todd safe during all of that, I managed to keep them from seeing the worst of things. People…got really desperate at the end of that. Luckily, our neighborino Homer came through for all of us! Amazing right?"
Ned looked to the side, watching the rows of graves that filled the place.
"I wish I could tell you after the dome blew up that things returned to normal, but… not quite yet dear. Things are gonna take a bit more time before they get back to normal, but I think we are on the right track." Ned continued as he noticed clouds starting to appear in the night sky.
"Things do seem to be getting better, after the Leftorium closed I managed to land a new job, that's quite the story to… tell," Ned stopped speaking as he let out another sigh and his face dropped a bit. He gave another glance to see if there was someone else around. After making sure he was alone he continued.
"I still miss you Maude…a lot. During these trying times, I wished so hard that you were here with me." Ned clutched the Bible so hard that it was up to anyone's guess if his fingers would break first, or the book. "When the riots began and people started getting crazy I didn't know what to do. If it wasn't for our children I'm afraid Satan could have managed to tempt me."
And though Ned thought he was alone, there was, in fact, someone else listening, an uninvited guest so to say. Though to be fair, he was here way before Ned arrived.
"Even so, I still keep praying, my faith for our Lord as strong as ever and in the end, he answered all my prayers."
Ned gave a mix of a chuckle and a sob as he remembered how the glass prison cracked that day, showing that those nightmarish days were nearing their end. "It did make me realize how…lonely I've been since your departure though. Even with the kids and the rest of Springfield here for me, it hasn't been the same without you."
So engrossed in his monologue Ned was that he didn't notice one of the nearby graves started to tremble.
"I…I think it's time to move forward. Announce to the world that Ned is on the market once again! After all… love is not only for the young right?" Ned gave a small smile as he knelt in front of the grave. "I hope that you can give your blessing from the Lord's side." He then got up and gave her wife's grave one last look.
"It was great talking to you again Maude, I will do my best to visit more often, but it seems the next weeks are gonna be very busy. Mr. Simpson seems to have big plans for the city." Flanders gave a melancholy look on his face before it was replaced by his usual smile.
Unnoticed to him, the earth around the grave started to shift, menacingly, without him the wiser.
"Man, it is getting late, better head back home fast, I need to make dinner for the kids." Ned comments as he makes his way back to the entrance. By now, the clouds had covered the whole sky, even blocking the light of the full moon.
"Wohin glauben Sie, dass Sie gehen, mein guter Herr?" A voice whispered so low, breaking the silence and early aura of the night.
Ned stopped, surprised, as he looked around the graveyard. "Did I just hear someone mutter in German?" He gave a full 360º but wasn't able to find anyone else. "Eh, it might be just the wind." He continued his walk towards the exit.
Suddenly… Ned heard a loud noise behind him. Looking back, he saw a hole in the ground, from one of the graves. And poking from that hole was a sickly and rotten hand.
"For decadez I've been dorrrmaaaant." A rough, German voice came out from the hole. Ned couldn't contain the fear in his heart, a cold sweat breaking over his entire body. "Vo darez awaken me from my zzzzlumbeeer?" The voice continued, as a body could be seen climbing from the hole.
Ned started to back away, but after a few steps, he stumbled and fell. Frightened, he still kept backing away crawling. "L-L-Lord, pl-please, protect m-m-meeee!" He stuttered as he continued moving back, while grasping a cross he took out of his pocket, aiming it at the being that was slowly getting out of the ground.
"I am afraid zat god iz not here, hehe." The stranger said as he rose out of the hole and stood to his full height. The darkness of the place made it hard for Ned to fully see them "Itz only you and ich." The being said as he started walking forward, towards Ned.
"It iz I, ze one and only, Kaiser Villhelm II!"
Lighting seems to strike out of nowhere, illuminating the area and allowing Ned to have a clear view of the man(?), if only momentarily and what he saw scared the hell out of him. Rotten grayish flesh could be seen, which was wearing an old and deteriorated German Uniform, with several medals attached to it, rusted and damaged. A gray musty mustache accompanied the rotten and grinning face of the being.
"B-Begone evil one! There's no p-place for y-you here!" Ned said, scared and on the ground, while still aiming the cross at the apparent zombie(?). "Go back to Satan, you f-fiend."
"Oh, trust me. Zatan could not hold me zere." The zombie Kaiser said as he approached Ned, every step he took caused all the bones in his body to make harsh creaking sounds. "I zhould zank you, my young man. itz because of you I managed to fully avaken!" The zombie said as he raised both of his arms in the air, one arm shorter than the other.
"ME?! What in the fiery pits of hell are you talking about?" Ned said a bit offended, his fears ignored for a moment.
"Vell, you see my vell moisturized mustached friend. Your deep and emozional speech voke me up from my lethargy. Vor a few months now, my zoul and body been vaiting for someone to disturb it. And zats youuuuuu!" Kaiser says as he points a finger from the larger arm toward him. Ned could do nothing but stare in abject horror.
"And now, iz time for me to accomplish my mission. I vill clear my name, become the Kaiser again and bring glory to meeee. Soon, ze fourth Reich will begin!" The german said with an air of confidence as he stared deep into Ned's eyes.
And the only thing Ned could do as the zombified German proclaimed his intentions to the world was…
"Um… you sure you want to do that?" Ned said, intrigued and questioning the zombie's motives.
"Vhat? Of course! That's ze only reason my zoul iz still posezzing this putrefacted corpse!" The Kaiser said indignant.
"I..I know, it's just…from what I remember from the history books things didn't go your way while you held the crown." Ned said as he rubbed his head a little, still a bit skittish around the literal zombie. "You could…not do that? Also… last time I checked, Germany no longer has royalty, it might be kind of awkward having a zombie as a leader."
"...Of course, I have to do zat!" The Kaiser said, but it could seem he was a little doubtful. "I need to zet zhings right…Ozervise, vhats the point of being here. I…vould have nothing elze!" He said with a sad look on his rotten face.
Ned looked at the Kaiser with a bit of pity and understanding. "Is there really nothing else you want to do?" Ned says catching the Kaiser's attention. "I'm…going to ignore for a moment that you are a zombie, but, there has to be something you didn't get to do while…alive?"
"Mmm.." Kaiser thought as he stroked his mustache, face in full thought. "I did alvays vanted to be a cowboy." The zombie comments while looking at the ground. "But how could I achieve zhat now? Look at me!" He says as he motions to…well, his literal rotten corpse.
"Um…perhaps my boss could help you?." Ned says in a dubious tone. "We would gladly make…the arrangement."
"Vonderwar! Take me to your leader zhen." Kaiser says with a commanding tone.
"Oh of course!" Ned says quickly. "It would be our pleasure! Though…It is kind of late. Also a Saturday." He says sheepishly. "You would have to wait until Monday for Mr. Simpson to be available."
"Scheiße!" Wilhelm II exclaims. "Fery vell. Zhen I should vait until zhen. Let'z go to your abode, I vill stay vith you meanvile." Kaiser says in a definite tone, while walking up to Flanders, still in the ground, and offering a hand.
"I..can't just bring you to my home!" Ned says apprehensive. "I have so many questions! Just how in the Lord's name are you here? Zombies are just a product of Hollywood!" Ned exclaims as he takes the offered hand and manages to get up.
"Magic." Kaiser answers nonchalantly.
"Magic isn't real! Don't bring that Harry Potter nonsense here!" Flanders said annoyed.
"I don't know vat zis "Potter" zhing is, but Magic is fery real," the Kaiser comments as he starts walking towards the exit, "come on, ve don't have all night. Ve need to move before more of ze sleeping souls here avaken."
"Wait what? There can be more of you guys?" Flanders says scared, while looking back at Maude's grave, alarmed.
"Maybe?" Kaiser just shrugs his shoulders, making more creaking sounds. "If the zouls had grudges or unfinizhed business, zhere's a chance. Zhey vould need a stimulli from outside to vake up though."
"Oh no…holly moly." Flanders said as he stared at the bunch of graves around him and with a gulp, started running to catch up to the zombified Kaiser. He would need to inform Mr. Simpson soon!
After a few minutes, they reached the entrance. "I nefer heard your name, Herr…?" Kaiser Willhelm comments as both of them stand in front of the gates.
"Oh…It's Ned. Ned Flanders."
"Herr Flanders then. Let me introduce myself again. I'm Kaiser Villhelm II, a pleasure."
He offers Flanders a handshake.
"Hi diddly ho…Kaiserino?" He says with an unsure tone as he grasps the handshake.
The night didn't go as Ned expected. Not one bit. Still, It wasn't so bad, or so he thinks as both if them got in the car, the Kaiser amazed at the sight of such a thing… Ned didn't have the slightest idea how he was gonna explain any of this to his children… or to his boss.
REWARD:
Ned had a heartfelt talk! He is now more motivated than usual! Ned gets a +5 to next turn's Personal action, as well as whatever National action he is assigned to, if he is assigned to one. New personal actions for Ned unlocked!
You learned that you might have a zombie issue soon… if you don't take precautions.
Ned has met the Kaiser himself! Though a zombie, this man is ready to live some more!
Kaiser Willhelm recruited as a hero unit! (Didn't see that one coming, did you?)
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Oh mother, where art Thou? (Canon!)
Oh Mother, Where Art Thou?
Your name is Mona Simpson, and right now you are feeling every one of your years.
A small groan escapes your lips as you slowly lower yourself onto the ground in front of a roaring campfire, wondering not for the first time where the time has gone. There was a time, you know, that you could have chained yourself to a tree for a month straight, stared down the men sent to cut you down, and outrun the cops once the demonstration was done without needing more than a cup of tea and a brief drum circle before you'd be raring to go help another cause. But now a mere five days chained to a bulldozer (to stop Kronos Corp from damaging endangered animal habitats for a new employee parking garage of all things!) has you feeling aches and pains that your younger, more foolish self never even dreamed of.
"Hey Penelope," one of your partners in environmentalism begins as he takes a seat a bit to your side, and it's surely another sign of your weariness that it takes you a moment to recognize the fake name you'd given when you'd joined up with this group, looking up at Stefan with a questioning expression as he continues to speak, a folded newspaper under his arm, "What was the name of the guy who tried to have you arrested in the story you told the other night? The fat cat?"
You snort a little at the insult, recalling the positively ancient billionaire's bony frame before answering. "Montgomery Burns," you reply, tone more than a little scornful at the bad memories his name brings up. If not for him and his spiteful attempt to have you arrested all those years ago you might very well have been able to find a balance between your family and your cause, instead of having to miss so much of your Homer's life. "Why, what did he do this time?" Already your mind was racing, wondering what kind of dirty business the most unethical man you'd ever had the misfortune to know might be getting up to now.
"I think I've got some good news for you then," and with that Stefan tossed the paper to you, and to your shock you could read the words Springfield Shopper as it landed in your lap. Looking at the front page photo you almost jolt when a familiar face looks back at you, angrily raising a cane at the sky (a bit of smaller text beneath it notes that the photo had been on file). The headline above declares, in big bold print, Monty Burns Out! Board Calls Former CEO 'A Losing Hand!'
"Looks like karma finally caught up with him!" You could distantly hear Stefan continuing to speak, though you couldn't for the life of you tell what he was saying, too dazed by the revelation that Abe, your Abe, was the new owner of Springfield's own power plant, and who knew what else if the article was right about the circumstances.
Snapping out of your daze, you smile at Stefan as you stand from your seat, rolling up the paper as you move and using the motion to hide your shaking hands. "Certainly a pleasant surprise after such a long week," you begin, before faking a yawn, "I think I'll retire for the night and read this in the morning though, pleasant dreams!"
And with that you all but bolt from the campfire, making a beeline for the tent that you'd claimed when you'd first joined up with this group. Despite your words however, and a few half-hearted attempts at sleeping that kept ending with you rolling off your sleeping bag and pulling the newspaper out again, using a pocket flashlight to scan every inch of the front page.
Homer isn't mentioned, to your disappointment, except for a brief blurb about the Simpson family as a whole, but despite that you keep reading the story, wondering what on Mother Earth your husband (former husband you correct yourself, knowing that your relationship can hardly be described in the present tense) has gotten himself into this time.
You resolve to keep an ear out for any more news, just in case, though you know that with everything going on around the Midwest (that strange dust bowl not the least of it) you might have a fair bit of trouble separating fact from fiction. Still, you muse as you once more crawl into your bag to try and get some much needed sleep, it's been a long time since Abe has surprised you like this, possibly longer since he's done it in a positive way.
Despite everything that's gone wrong between you two, you can't help but hope that he'll manage to keep on doing that.
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OMAKE REWARDS RECORD
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OMAKE REWARDS RECORD
Travler66: +10 Bonus to any national action of your choice. (Used)
+10 to any action against Kronos Corp. +10 to a govt Collab or govt related action)
TheNotoriousSMP:
+10 bonus to a Jasper Personal of your choice. +15 Bonus to the Talk with Homer personal.
nightmaster: Mistery Box: Free collaboration action with Hank Scorpion. (Once you recruit Homer, of course).
Mystery Box: Pieman Personal action unlocked once ???
Aron593: +10 to the Herb Powell action. +10 to a criminal action , Reform the Be Sharps personal action for Homer Once unlocked
The Green family move to Springfield in the near future. +10 to a Toon-related National Action (Memories Of A Cat And Mouse) , Mystery Box! (More News At 6:00) (USED) +10 bonus for Abe for a contested diplomacy roll agaisnt Bellwether. A Mystery Box! (USED) A +10 bonus to the "try to remember personal"! +10 to any of Flanders Personal Actions of your choice. , FREE QUESTION
asked here, answered here , +10 to sabotage burns base for the a very burns day omake. , +10 to attacking Burns base for the You watch my back, we watch yours. , + 10 to a zombie action for the No matter what, I will always be with you.
Radioxaxa:
ShepardCom: +10 to a roll for an Attack or Invasion against Springfield +10 to either a Zombie related Action (studying necromancy, blocking off the Graveyard, any others I might be forgetting)
Cyberphilosopher: +10 to a Fat Tony personal
Boohoo the 3rd:
Catxfighter_3_1:
TheGleeman:
Dr. Dinosaur:
Wabbitking:
Master_Fireball:
Tazamz: FREE QUESTION
Unoriginal: FREE QUESTION
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RIVAL REPORT!
LEVIATHAN CORP
Buy Big Animation DC: 40
Results: ??? + ??? = Triple critical Success!
Big changes are happening in the entertainment sector as Leviathan Entertainment, subsidiary of Leviathan Corp, announced the recent acquisition of Big Animation studios. The ironically small enterprise got its start in the direct to video market before pivoting to web animation right before traditional animation became…. Less popular. Despite this BA has still been chugging along, and that tenacity has seemingly been rewarded with talks of LE sponsoring a new original IP. The animation community is looking on with interest.
DEI (Doofenshmirtz)
Upgrade Normbots DC 50
Result: ???+??= Critical Success!
A few weeks back the pharmacist got into another debate with that Syndrome guy. Saying that his "Normbots" were better than Syndrome's Omnidroids. Syndrome replied with several posts full of laughing and condescending words. He claimed that those smiling buckets of screws were one of the most basic things he had ever seen and dared Doofenshmirtz to do something better.
Doof took that challenge somewhat personally from what you were able to see.
Just a few days ago, Doof proclaimed in social media that his Normbots are "better than ever!"...and it shows. New and upgraded models of those robots can be seen patrolling the streets. Doof released some schematics as well as some videos showcasing the abilities of his new models.
And if Frinks excited and labored breathing are anything to go by at seeing those things in action, those robots are the real deal.
Post in social media in favor of Doofania.
DC 60
Result: ???+??=Success…wait…Critical Success!?
Doofenshmirtz has been very active on social media apparently. According to your reports, for several months now he has been sending lots of messages to that green lady about giving him the "Final piece of Doofania". So far Shego had been just ignoring those messages. That changed a while ago when on one occasion she answered back one of the posts, asking for even one reason why she should humor him. After posting that, the pharmacist went silent for a bit, not answering or posting anything, according to other posters, that seemed like a red flag.
No one was expecting when the guy suddenly broke his silence…by posting a musical video! It was named: "10 REASONS WHY I SHOULD HAVE THAT TERRITORY AND LET DOOFANIA PROSPER!". Though the name was excessively wrong, no one can deny it was quite catchy. The song, special effects and choreography used were simply jaw-dropping!
The craziest thing was that people loved it! There's been some big support for this. #LetDoofBeKing has been making big waves. People really liked the promises Doofenshmirtz seemed to make in his song, of which there were some like: #3) All Vending machines will be decommissioned and made so whatever they sold is free to take. And #5) All citizens of Doofania will have free Doonkelberry cake for dessert every day.
So far, Shego hasn't posted anything on social media since the video was released. Who knows what will happen next?
Doofainian immigration
DC 80
Result: ???+??=Success!
While Doofenshmirtz dominates the web, doofainia has also been seen making more traditional forms of publicity, making multiple "immigration" advertisements starting Norm Prime
The papers are calling these simultaneous campaigns an ingenious sociological 1-2 punch
DRAKKTECH (Shego)
Lobby Against the SRA DC 70
Result: ???+??? = Bare Failure!
Apparently, Super powered beings are heavily regulated by a government decree known as the Superhero Relocation Act, or SRA for short. This has lead to most of them going into hiding or being arrested.
It seems Shego doesn't like this. From what you can gather from research (and a few choice tweets), she believes the SRA is "a bunch of crap whiny beauracrates thought up to make themselves feel better". A bit harsh, but you aren't exactly going to go against someone making fun of the government.
So, Shego sent her top man, One Monte Fisk (better known as Monkey Fist) in her stead to lobby against the SRA on her behalf.
He gave an impassioned speech (made all the more impressive by him having to keep some monkey ninjas on task not causing chaos through some of it) and quite a few politicians seemed on his side, but after hours of serious discussion, very little changed. Though you wouldn't be surprised if this opened people's eyes to a double check on the SRA in the future…
Fund Supervillains DC: 35
Result: ???+??? = Critical Success!
Shego appears to not be too deterred by her seeming failure with lobbying against the SRA. After all, why play by the rules when you can just throw money at people?
While a lot of the Villains certainly have the Super part be… rather questionable (Birthday Bandit??? Really???), Shego seems willing to play ball with them. Now, these are all rumors of course, but It seems pretty obvious who would be most willing to give these fellows the equipment and money needed to be bigger threats.
And bigger threats they are! These newfound Supervillains are robbing banks, committing mass destruction, and even jaywalking! One Chief Cruz has called it "The worst crime spree since before that Dastardly Big Hero 6 was sent packing."
....Whoever the Big Hero 6 are, it doesn't sound good!
Attack Syndrome's Omnidroid Factories DC: 85
Result: ??? + ???= Success!
It appears things are really heating up in the war between Doof, Shego and Syndrome.
Multiple factories that produce one of Syndrome's most successful products, the Superhero Detecting and Neutralizing Omnidroids, have been attacked. They were all hit with what appears to be flames that melted key components that will take weeks or even months to repair, massively slowing down production.
Syndrome IMMEDIATELY took to social media to point an accusatory finger at Shego, who merely posted a "Heh. Prove it." And then proceeded to ignore the ensuing online Meltdown.
That woman has guts, you'll give her that!
KRONOS CORP (Syndrome)
Sell the omnicubes DC: 60
???+??? = critical Success!
About the only thing going right for Kronos Corp seems to be the release of their new line of omni-cubes. The Omni-Cube model is designed to act both as a support for the greater omni-droids and as a defender for civilians during larger battles with supervillains. Miraculously, the omni-cube factory was one of the ones that wasn't sabotaged, leading to a material surplus sufficient enough to expand production to civil sales. The public applauds, but critics and fans alike are left wondering how many of syndromes current problems could have been avoided if they were released sooner.
Kronos: Sell weapons to the police
120 or 135
out of
????
You can't help but feel angry about this one. Apparently, Kronos worked out some sort of deal where they'd dole out high-tech weaponry to police departments from texas to Colorado.
Dozens of cities, even more towns; and not one of them was Springfield. Middleton got a free shipment of the stuff but you? Nada!
...at least his didn't upstage your donation to the police.
Fight Supervillains DC 80
Result: ??+??= …Critical Failure!!!???
Syndrome wasn't being idle while this new wave of villainy assailed America. He took it upon himself to show those evildoers a lesson they would never forget!
With his tech and experience it almost seemed too easy as he plowed through villain after villain. So far it seemed things were going well…until they took an unexpected turn.
In a surprising twist of events, Syndrome was defeated by…The Birthday Bandit?!
Apparently, Syndrome managed to catch that clown wannabe when he crashed a little kid's party. Syndrome, being the hero he is, intervened to stop that dastardly plan. A curb stomp battle ensued and within moments, all of the clown henchmen were defeated, with the Birthday Bandit seeming to follow the same steps of his henchmen.
Unfortunately, a moment of distraction from Syndrome was all it took for the villain to turn the tables. While Syndrome was busy addressing a news helicopter that flew close by, the Bandit was able to throw the birthday cake that landed perfectly in the tech Hero's face. Disoriented, because of that sugary food, Syndrome flew wildly, until he flew too close to the helicopter and his cape got stuck in the propellers.
…Let's just say that the aftermath of that wasn't pretty. Limbs aren't meant to be bent that way!!!
So far, no news has been given about Syndrome's condition, except that he has gotten out of surgery and is making a steady recovery.
Meanwhile, the Birthday Bandit has received huge amounts of fame and "street cred" from other supervillains.
SPRINGFIELD:
???
Break Sideshow Bob out of Prison.
DC 50
Result: 88+???= Sneakily Critical Success!
Apparently, things haven't been as quiet in Springfield as you have though. It just has been revealed that Sideshow Bob has escaped prison!
There hasn't been a confirmation of how long ago he had escaped, but according to the reports, the fellow hadn't exited his cell in a while, and when the guards came to check on him, they found a carefully hidden hole and just a mannequin of him with the exact appearance!
According to one of the other prisoners, one fox lady, a few weeks ago, she heard some weird noises coming out of his cell in the dead of the night, but when she tried to notify the guards, they just ignored her!
This…is troubling, you might need to investigate this, you don't want that palm tree-haired guy to try anything funny with your family!
Action to investigate Sideshow Bob's breakout has been unlocked!
Burns
Search for ???
DC 0 Higher the better.
Result: 57+???= Great Success.
You finally heard some news about Burns and…you don't know what to think about it?
Apparently, some people saw him and Smithers skulking around the northern side of Springfield. You aren't sure what he could be doing there, but the people that notified you commented that after a few days, they watched him leaving the area and lost complete sight of him.
Something is going on, and you don't have the slightest idea. But at least, you now know your former Squamate is plotting something again.
Burns has ???!
Action to Investigate Burns has been unlocked!
Springfield citizens:
Attempt to fix the city: South Springfield.
DC: 25
Result: 30: Bare success!
The rest of the citizens of Springfield haven't been idle either. They managed to pool their resources together to attempt to fix the south section. Thank God for that, that place was really a fixer-upper.
It took a while, there were some organization issues as well as the usual shenanigans that occur here, but by the end of the month, South Springfield was back in action!
Result: Another section of the city fixed! Dc to fix all the districts at once has been lowered!
Random Event Roll: 92
Captain McCallister came earlier today to thank you for fixing the docks. With that some trade business can properly begin again, he says. Not only that but he also gives you a locket, he said he found it alongside a hidden treasure chest when they fixed the dock, just washed ashore. He told you that's your part of the bounty for making it possible. He also offered his services for whenever you needed a boat, for whatever reasons.
Reward: found a mysterious locket, is it really elegant and you get a weird feeling when holding it! The Sea Captain offers his boat and docks for whatever holds your fancy! Action related to trade in the docks and for the ocean unlocked!
…there's also one more thing, though…
Continued in… Turn 2!
Buy Big Animation DC: 40
Results: ??? + ??? = Triple critical Success!
Big changes are happening in the entertainment sector as Leviathan Entertainment, subsidiary of Leviathan Corp, announced the recent acquisition of Big Animation studios. The ironically small enterprise got its start in the direct to video market before pivoting to web animation right before traditional animation became…. Less popular. Despite this BA has still been chugging along, and that tenacity has seemingly been rewarded with talks of LE sponsoring a new original IP. The animation community is looking on with interest.
DEI (Doofenshmirtz)
Upgrade Normbots DC 50
Result: ???+??= Critical Success!
A few weeks back the pharmacist got into another debate with that Syndrome guy. Saying that his "Normbots" were better than Syndrome's Omnidroids. Syndrome replied with several posts full of laughing and condescending words. He claimed that those smiling buckets of screws were one of the most basic things he had ever seen and dared Doofenshmirtz to do something better.
Doof took that challenge somewhat personally from what you were able to see.
Just a few days ago, Doof proclaimed in social media that his Normbots are "better than ever!"...and it shows. New and upgraded models of those robots can be seen patrolling the streets. Doof released some schematics as well as some videos showcasing the abilities of his new models.
And if Frinks excited and labored breathing are anything to go by at seeing those things in action, those robots are the real deal.
Post in social media in favor of Doofania.
DC 60
Result: ???+??=Success…wait…Critical Success!?
Doofenshmirtz has been very active on social media apparently. According to your reports, for several months now he has been sending lots of messages to that green lady about giving him the "Final piece of Doofania". So far Shego had been just ignoring those messages. That changed a while ago when on one occasion she answered back one of the posts, asking for even one reason why she should humor him. After posting that, the pharmacist went silent for a bit, not answering or posting anything, according to other posters, that seemed like a red flag.
No one was expecting when the guy suddenly broke his silence…by posting a musical video! It was named: "10 REASONS WHY I SHOULD HAVE THAT TERRITORY AND LET DOOFANIA PROSPER!". Though the name was excessively wrong, no one can deny it was quite catchy. The song, special effects and choreography used were simply jaw-dropping!
The craziest thing was that people loved it! There's been some big support for this. #LetDoofBeKing has been making big waves. People really liked the promises Doofenshmirtz seemed to make in his song, of which there were some like: #3) All Vending machines will be decommissioned and made so whatever they sold is free to take. And #5) All citizens of Doofania will have free Doonkelberry cake for dessert every day.
So far, Shego hasn't posted anything on social media since the video was released. Who knows what will happen next?
Doofainian immigration
DC 80
Result: ???+??=Success!
While Doofenshmirtz dominates the web, doofainia has also been seen making more traditional forms of publicity, making multiple "immigration" advertisements starting Norm Prime
The shot begins with a door. It has a plaque that reads [NORM] just under a mysterious green bulb. The door opens to a familiar smiling face. "Hi! My name is Norm Doofenshmirtz the second: the first!". He walks out, revealing the closet is within Dr Doofenshmirtz's lab.
"Me and the other norms have been working hard to make the adhocratic corpo-dictatorship of doofainia into the best place it can be!" He walks out of the lab and onto a terrace with a clear view of the Danville skyline, coming to a stop on the center of a perfectly circular and incredibly dark scorch mark.
"But a perfect place isn't complete without people to live in it, so come on down! The more the merrier!" Norm activates his rocket boots and takes to the skies
"We've got cheap bratwurst!" Norm gestures to a brat factory.
"Rapidly developing infrastructure!" Norm quickly passes by what look to be a bunch of normbots and a pair of school children(???) working on a track.
"And more!" Norm twirls into the sky to show off the cityscape.
"So why live under the thumb of a stagnant, oppressive oligarchy with transient personal freedoms when you can live in a fun dictatorship!"
"Me and the other norms have been working hard to make the adhocratic corpo-dictatorship of doofainia into the best place it can be!" He walks out of the lab and onto a terrace with a clear view of the Danville skyline, coming to a stop on the center of a perfectly circular and incredibly dark scorch mark.
"But a perfect place isn't complete without people to live in it, so come on down! The more the merrier!" Norm activates his rocket boots and takes to the skies
"We've got cheap bratwurst!" Norm gestures to a brat factory.
"Rapidly developing infrastructure!" Norm quickly passes by what look to be a bunch of normbots and a pair of school children(???) working on a track.
"And more!" Norm twirls into the sky to show off the cityscape.
"So why live under the thumb of a stagnant, oppressive oligarchy with transient personal freedoms when you can live in a fun dictatorship!"
The papers are calling these simultaneous campaigns an ingenious sociological 1-2 punch
DRAKKTECH (Shego)
Lobby Against the SRA DC 70
Result: ???+??? = Bare Failure!
Apparently, Super powered beings are heavily regulated by a government decree known as the Superhero Relocation Act, or SRA for short. This has lead to most of them going into hiding or being arrested.
It seems Shego doesn't like this. From what you can gather from research (and a few choice tweets), she believes the SRA is "a bunch of crap whiny beauracrates thought up to make themselves feel better". A bit harsh, but you aren't exactly going to go against someone making fun of the government.
So, Shego sent her top man, One Monte Fisk (better known as Monkey Fist) in her stead to lobby against the SRA on her behalf.
He gave an impassioned speech (made all the more impressive by him having to keep some monkey ninjas on task not causing chaos through some of it) and quite a few politicians seemed on his side, but after hours of serious discussion, very little changed. Though you wouldn't be surprised if this opened people's eyes to a double check on the SRA in the future…
Fund Supervillains DC: 35
Result: ???+??? = Critical Success!
Shego appears to not be too deterred by her seeming failure with lobbying against the SRA. After all, why play by the rules when you can just throw money at people?
While a lot of the Villains certainly have the Super part be… rather questionable (Birthday Bandit??? Really???), Shego seems willing to play ball with them. Now, these are all rumors of course, but It seems pretty obvious who would be most willing to give these fellows the equipment and money needed to be bigger threats.
And bigger threats they are! These newfound Supervillains are robbing banks, committing mass destruction, and even jaywalking! One Chief Cruz has called it "The worst crime spree since before that Dastardly Big Hero 6 was sent packing."
....Whoever the Big Hero 6 are, it doesn't sound good!
Attack Syndrome's Omnidroid Factories DC: 85
Result: ??? + ???= Success!
It appears things are really heating up in the war between Doof, Shego and Syndrome.
Multiple factories that produce one of Syndrome's most successful products, the Superhero Detecting and Neutralizing Omnidroids, have been attacked. They were all hit with what appears to be flames that melted key components that will take weeks or even months to repair, massively slowing down production.
Syndrome IMMEDIATELY took to social media to point an accusatory finger at Shego, who merely posted a "Heh. Prove it." And then proceeded to ignore the ensuing online Meltdown.
That woman has guts, you'll give her that!
KRONOS CORP (Syndrome)
Sell the omnicubes DC: 60
???+??? = critical Success!
About the only thing going right for Kronos Corp seems to be the release of their new line of omni-cubes. The Omni-Cube model is designed to act both as a support for the greater omni-droids and as a defender for civilians during larger battles with supervillains. Miraculously, the omni-cube factory was one of the ones that wasn't sabotaged, leading to a material surplus sufficient enough to expand production to civil sales. The public applauds, but critics and fans alike are left wondering how many of syndromes current problems could have been avoided if they were released sooner.
Kronos: Sell weapons to the police
120 or 135
out of
????
You can't help but feel angry about this one. Apparently, Kronos worked out some sort of deal where they'd dole out high-tech weaponry to police departments from texas to Colorado.
Dozens of cities, even more towns; and not one of them was Springfield. Middleton got a free shipment of the stuff but you? Nada!
...at least his didn't upstage your donation to the police.
Fight Supervillains DC 80
Result: ??+??= …Critical Failure!!!???
Syndrome wasn't being idle while this new wave of villainy assailed America. He took it upon himself to show those evildoers a lesson they would never forget!
With his tech and experience it almost seemed too easy as he plowed through villain after villain. So far it seemed things were going well…until they took an unexpected turn.
In a surprising twist of events, Syndrome was defeated by…The Birthday Bandit?!
Apparently, Syndrome managed to catch that clown wannabe when he crashed a little kid's party. Syndrome, being the hero he is, intervened to stop that dastardly plan. A curb stomp battle ensued and within moments, all of the clown henchmen were defeated, with the Birthday Bandit seeming to follow the same steps of his henchmen.
Unfortunately, a moment of distraction from Syndrome was all it took for the villain to turn the tables. While Syndrome was busy addressing a news helicopter that flew close by, the Bandit was able to throw the birthday cake that landed perfectly in the tech Hero's face. Disoriented, because of that sugary food, Syndrome flew wildly, until he flew too close to the helicopter and his cape got stuck in the propellers.
…Let's just say that the aftermath of that wasn't pretty. Limbs aren't meant to be bent that way!!!
So far, no news has been given about Syndrome's condition, except that he has gotten out of surgery and is making a steady recovery.
Meanwhile, the Birthday Bandit has received huge amounts of fame and "street cred" from other supervillains.
SPRINGFIELD:
???
Break Sideshow Bob out of Prison.
DC 50
Result: 88+???= Sneakily Critical Success!
Apparently, things haven't been as quiet in Springfield as you have though. It just has been revealed that Sideshow Bob has escaped prison!
There hasn't been a confirmation of how long ago he had escaped, but according to the reports, the fellow hadn't exited his cell in a while, and when the guards came to check on him, they found a carefully hidden hole and just a mannequin of him with the exact appearance!
According to one of the other prisoners, one fox lady, a few weeks ago, she heard some weird noises coming out of his cell in the dead of the night, but when she tried to notify the guards, they just ignored her!
This…is troubling, you might need to investigate this, you don't want that palm tree-haired guy to try anything funny with your family!
Action to investigate Sideshow Bob's breakout has been unlocked!
Burns
Search for ???
DC 0 Higher the better.
Result: 57+???= Great Success.
You finally heard some news about Burns and…you don't know what to think about it?
Apparently, some people saw him and Smithers skulking around the northern side of Springfield. You aren't sure what he could be doing there, but the people that notified you commented that after a few days, they watched him leaving the area and lost complete sight of him.
Something is going on, and you don't have the slightest idea. But at least, you now know your former Squamate is plotting something again.
Burns has ???!
Action to Investigate Burns has been unlocked!
Springfield citizens:
Attempt to fix the city: South Springfield.
DC: 25
Result: 30: Bare success!
The rest of the citizens of Springfield haven't been idle either. They managed to pool their resources together to attempt to fix the south section. Thank God for that, that place was really a fixer-upper.
It took a while, there were some organization issues as well as the usual shenanigans that occur here, but by the end of the month, South Springfield was back in action!
Result: Another section of the city fixed! Dc to fix all the districts at once has been lowered!
Random Event Roll: 92
Captain McCallister came earlier today to thank you for fixing the docks. With that some trade business can properly begin again, he says. Not only that but he also gives you a locket, he said he found it alongside a hidden treasure chest when they fixed the dock, just washed ashore. He told you that's your part of the bounty for making it possible. He also offered his services for whenever you needed a boat, for whatever reasons.
Reward: found a mysterious locket, is it really elegant and you get a weird feeling when holding it! The Sea Captain offers his boat and docks for whatever holds your fancy! Action related to trade in the docks and for the ocean unlocked!
…there's also one more thing, though…
Continued in… Turn 2!
The Scorpio Stings! (canon!)
- Pronouns
- He/Him
Wait does anyone remember Hank Scorpio?
View: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=1VAjjG7UPXA
Because he's likely canon and could either be a powerful ally or a dangerous rival to have here in this setting.
Hmm actually gives me food for thought on a omake idea.
In a secure secret government facility all seemed peaceful as personnel and guards went about their business late into the evening night.....until
BOOM!!
BEEP!
BEEP!!
BEEP!!!
"What is going on?!" Demanded agent Will Du of Global Justice as he barged into the main security room, "Sir a explosion went off in the prison wing.."
"Well deal with it!" Snapped Will Du who normally would do his best to keep a calm professional demeanor but recent days had been pushing himself and his patience to the max.
Because ever since that amateur cheerleader and her annoying sidekick dropped the ball and got themselves killed. America if not the entire world had been going down the gutter with the government losing power and criminals like Shego or deranged lunatics like Doofenshmirtz had rose to power.
And honestly the fact that a man more incompetent than that fool Drakken alone was the unofficial ruler of part of the country alone spoke of how bad things had gotten.
What made matters worse Global Justice either had to play ball with these so called corporate overlords or at least bite their tongues and let them play at being kings. All do to the fact these people were the only ones keeping North America into any form and shape of order.
That isn't to say things hadn't gotten bad (beyond North America being unofficially ruled by criminals and despots) with maniac murdering toons (He always hated toons nothing but out of control chaos agents in his opinion) like Negaduck or Roger Rabbit (The latter thankfully rightfully dipped and gone good riddance.) causing havoc, that mysterious dustbowl popping out of no where, political tensions spiking, the famine, Hawaii no longer existing.
The problems never ended with the world barely holding itself together. All of which met plenty of work for Global Justice agents especially their best like himself had been working practically around the clock lately.
Honestly things had gotten so bad he was doing work best left to grunts such as doing a inspection of this facility do to reports of some of their equipment acting strange. That was the only reason he was here and now he was in the middle of dealing with someone else mess and incompetence having to take control of a crisis!
Though he shook all that off as another of the personnel spoke, "SIR we just received word from the guards we have a escapee!" a man exclaimed with a worried frown as they whirled their chair around to face Will Du who growled out with a dark glower, "Who?"
And his dark look only grew worse when the name escape the mans lips
Else where in the facility a man was running through the halls with a determined gaze in his eyes, "STOP RIGHT THEGLRT!" A security officer shouted turning around the corner only for the man to grab a emergency fire extinguisher from the wall and spring them with roam while rushing forward than brought the extinguisher hard on their head knocking out the guard
Who they stood over with a smirk before hearing the sound of numerous clicks behind them as a voice spoke up, "Stop right there Scorpio." Th escapee none other than Hank Scorpio infamous super villain, former ruler of North America east coast, beloved boss turned slowly with a smirk, "Well, well, well.."
He arched a brow at the sight of Will Du standing in front of a squadron of guards all of whom were pointing laser rifles at him, "If it isn't Betty's little errand boy~" He said with a amused tone as he placed his hands behind his back calmly while Will eyebrow twitched, "I don't know what you hoped to accomplishment with this.."
Will Du gestured toward the surrounding chaos with the hall flashing red with the alarm lights as the alarm rang, "But it ends now.." The agent said with a glare only for Hank Scorpio to give a slow chuckle, "On the contray Mr Du.." The smirk widen into a smug grin, "It's just beginning~"
And at that statement
BOOM!!!
a huge explosion went of caving in the wall between to the government agents and the escaped prisoner causing a huge stack of smoke and debris to be created
PWE!
PWE!
PWE!
The guards by instinct open fire for several moments before Du's coughing voice spoke through the smoke, "Coff..coff..hole..coff..your fire." The agent said with a displeased tone as the smoke cleared showing no sign of Hank Scorpio only a massive hole leading to the outside of the facility
And when they looked out they saw a unregistered chopper taking flight with Will gritting his teeth shouting out a order into his communicator, "SHOOT THAT CRAFT DOWN NOW!"
He yelled as the guards behind him attempted to open fire on it only for the chopper to evade their shots as a reply from the security room responded to Du, "Sir we can't something wrong with the systems our defenses are all shut down!"
And at this response Will Du could only watch with clenched fists as one of the most dangerous men in the world escaped...on his watch. He let out a irritated groan, "The director is going to have my head for this." He said as he rubbed his eyes longing for simpler days.
And as Will Du tried to work out how to report this to his superior the newly freed Hank Scorpio was looking out the window with a exhilarated grin, "Where to sir?"
The pilot next to him said as Hank leaned into his seat, "Well my good man I need a place to lay low." He said with a smirk that fell into a frown, "The world gone to hell in a hand basket while I was the government guest." He observed in a low tone, "I need to think of my next move carefully....and."
A bit of smile edged with concern , "I know the perfect place to do so that will also allow me to address some concerning rumors I heard during my stay with uncle Sam.." Here he paused as he looked out into the landscape, "I'm going to Springfield."
He declared like a man on a mission hoping that a certain former favorite employee and his family were okay. Especially since in the state the world was he now more than ever needed people he could trust in his corner.
And really who could you trust more than Homer Simpson?
View: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=1VAjjG7UPXA
Because he's likely canon and could either be a powerful ally or a dangerous rival to have here in this setting.
Hmm actually gives me food for thought on a omake idea.
The Scorpio Stings
In a secure secret government facility all seemed peaceful as personnel and guards went about their business late into the evening night.....until
BOOM!!
BEEP!
BEEP!!
BEEP!!!
"What is going on?!" Demanded agent Will Du of Global Justice as he barged into the main security room, "Sir a explosion went off in the prison wing.."
"Well deal with it!" Snapped Will Du who normally would do his best to keep a calm professional demeanor but recent days had been pushing himself and his patience to the max.
Because ever since that amateur cheerleader and her annoying sidekick dropped the ball and got themselves killed. America if not the entire world had been going down the gutter with the government losing power and criminals like Shego or deranged lunatics like Doofenshmirtz had rose to power.
And honestly the fact that a man more incompetent than that fool Drakken alone was the unofficial ruler of part of the country alone spoke of how bad things had gotten.
What made matters worse Global Justice either had to play ball with these so called corporate overlords or at least bite their tongues and let them play at being kings. All do to the fact these people were the only ones keeping North America into any form and shape of order.
That isn't to say things hadn't gotten bad (beyond North America being unofficially ruled by criminals and despots) with maniac murdering toons (He always hated toons nothing but out of control chaos agents in his opinion) like Negaduck or Roger Rabbit (The latter thankfully rightfully dipped and gone good riddance.) causing havoc, that mysterious dustbowl popping out of no where, political tensions spiking, the famine, Hawaii no longer existing.
The problems never ended with the world barely holding itself together. All of which met plenty of work for Global Justice agents especially their best like himself had been working practically around the clock lately.
Honestly things had gotten so bad he was doing work best left to grunts such as doing a inspection of this facility do to reports of some of their equipment acting strange. That was the only reason he was here and now he was in the middle of dealing with someone else mess and incompetence having to take control of a crisis!
Though he shook all that off as another of the personnel spoke, "SIR we just received word from the guards we have a escapee!" a man exclaimed with a worried frown as they whirled their chair around to face Will Du who growled out with a dark glower, "Who?"
And his dark look only grew worse when the name escape the mans lips
Else where in the facility a man was running through the halls with a determined gaze in his eyes, "STOP RIGHT THEGLRT!" A security officer shouted turning around the corner only for the man to grab a emergency fire extinguisher from the wall and spring them with roam while rushing forward than brought the extinguisher hard on their head knocking out the guard
Who they stood over with a smirk before hearing the sound of numerous clicks behind them as a voice spoke up, "Stop right there Scorpio." Th escapee none other than Hank Scorpio infamous super villain, former ruler of North America east coast, beloved boss turned slowly with a smirk, "Well, well, well.."
He arched a brow at the sight of Will Du standing in front of a squadron of guards all of whom were pointing laser rifles at him, "If it isn't Betty's little errand boy~" He said with a amused tone as he placed his hands behind his back calmly while Will eyebrow twitched, "I don't know what you hoped to accomplishment with this.."
Will Du gestured toward the surrounding chaos with the hall flashing red with the alarm lights as the alarm rang, "But it ends now.." The agent said with a glare only for Hank Scorpio to give a slow chuckle, "On the contray Mr Du.." The smirk widen into a smug grin, "It's just beginning~"
And at that statement
BOOM!!!
a huge explosion went of caving in the wall between to the government agents and the escaped prisoner causing a huge stack of smoke and debris to be created
PWE!
PWE!
PWE!
The guards by instinct open fire for several moments before Du's coughing voice spoke through the smoke, "Coff..coff..hole..coff..your fire." The agent said with a displeased tone as the smoke cleared showing no sign of Hank Scorpio only a massive hole leading to the outside of the facility
And when they looked out they saw a unregistered chopper taking flight with Will gritting his teeth shouting out a order into his communicator, "SHOOT THAT CRAFT DOWN NOW!"
He yelled as the guards behind him attempted to open fire on it only for the chopper to evade their shots as a reply from the security room responded to Du, "Sir we can't something wrong with the systems our defenses are all shut down!"
And at this response Will Du could only watch with clenched fists as one of the most dangerous men in the world escaped...on his watch. He let out a irritated groan, "The director is going to have my head for this." He said as he rubbed his eyes longing for simpler days.
And as Will Du tried to work out how to report this to his superior the newly freed Hank Scorpio was looking out the window with a exhilarated grin, "Where to sir?"
The pilot next to him said as Hank leaned into his seat, "Well my good man I need a place to lay low." He said with a smirk that fell into a frown, "The world gone to hell in a hand basket while I was the government guest." He observed in a low tone, "I need to think of my next move carefully....and."
A bit of smile edged with concern , "I know the perfect place to do so that will also allow me to address some concerning rumors I heard during my stay with uncle Sam.." Here he paused as he looked out into the landscape, "I'm going to Springfield."
He declared like a man on a mission hoping that a certain former favorite employee and his family were okay. Especially since in the state the world was he now more than ever needed people he could trust in his corner.
And really who could you trust more than Homer Simpson?
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Absolute Clowning(canon!)
Travler66
Let her name echo in song!
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Absolute Clowning
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It was meant to be a distraction.
With America in the midst of its biggest supervillain crime spree since the defeat of San Fransokyo's Big Hero 6, it was no brainer that the Birthday Bandit with his trio of Party Favors would join in on the chaos.
In a suburban neighbourhood, they were in the middle of their current birthday heist just in front of a house when it got interrupted by the last person they expected to face.
Party Favor Mike was with his two other companions in the middle of tossing wrapped-up presents into a large bag before it was suddenly engulfed by some kind of bright energy and ripped out of their hands.
"I think that's enough presents for you, evildoers!"
Party Favor Mike looked up and whispered a curse under his breath. His other two companions looked up as well and joined him. Birthday Bandit, who was just about to cut himself a piece of birthday cake turned to the source of the voice and his eyes widened in surprise.
Floating in the air on a pair of rocket boots and his cape blowing the wind was a superhero, a tech genius, the creator of the Omnidroids, the biggest supporter of the Superhero Relocation Act and CEO of Kronos Corp, it was-
"Mom, Dad, look!" The Birthday Kid who was tied up in a giant purple bow alongside their parents and friends pulled his arm out of the bow and pointed at-
"Oh, come on! Party Favors, you were supposed to tighten up that bow-!"
"It's Syndrome!"
As if on cue, the man himself puffed out his chest and grinned, one hand on his waist and the other holding the bag of presents in the air with zero-point energy emitted from his glove with a pointed finger. "That's right young man, and I'm here to teach these reject clowns a lesson!"
What went down could not be called a battle. Birthday Bandit and the Party Favors tried, they really tried, but against Syndrome? They had no chance, not when he had more experience than all of them combined and tech that outpaced whatever tricks they had.
Every thrown punch, every attempted grab and every trick was easily avoided by Syndrome who just laughed at everything they tried. Like a cat playing with his food. Seeing the writing on the wall, Birthday Bandit and the Party Favors tried to cut their losses and escape.
That was when Syndrome decided to stop playing.
With a few gestures from his zero-point energy glove, Syndrome threw each of them into the air, into the ground, into the walls of buildings and even into a nearby swimming pool.
When it was over, Birthday Bandit and the Party Favors were heaped up on each other in a defeated pile of bodies, awaiting their arrest. Syndrome basking in the gratitude and praise of the now-freed Birthday Kid, their parents and friends. And there was even a news helicopter that was approaching the scene to get the latest on Syndrome's heroics.
Now, this little story could have ended right there, but here's the thing, it doesn't.
When Syndrome flew up to address the news helicopter, it wasn't too far from the group of seemingly defeated clowns.
Birthday Bandit groaned as he got up from atop the pile of his henchmen before he winced in pain. "Ow! I think my funny bone is broken, and that's saying something..."
He considered his situation. They were in no shape for a round two and they were completely out of tricks. He and his Party Favors could try and book it out of here, but it was pretty likely that Syndrome would simply immobilize all of them with his tech.
There didn't seem to be any hope of escape. Birthday Bandit and the Party Favors could look forward to spending a few months in prison.
Unless...
Birthday Bandit looked at the uncut and uneaten birthday cake on the table and an idea came to him. A part of him screamed against it, but what other option did they have?
He made a hard decision and then sighed. He bent down and whispered to his henchmen. "Party Favors, I'm going to create a distraction, one that should buy us enough time to escape."
He got a chorus of groans in response.
Birthday Bandit glanced at Syndrome who was still talking the news helicopter, he was only going to get one shot at this...
He lept off from his position and ran towards the table as fast as his legs could take him. At the same time, the Party Favors rolled off each other and began to run for the exit.
As soon as he was close enough he ripped the cake off the plate-
"Hey, Syndrome!"
Syndrome turned-
And Birthday Bandit threw the cake directly at his target with all his might.
"Here's some sugar!"
It was meant to be a distraction.
He hadn't expected who knows how many pounds of sugary goodness to directly hit Syndrome's stupified face.
He hadn't expected a disoriented Syndrome to wildly fly too close to the news helicopter.
He hadn't expected the propellers to catch Syndrome's cape.
Birthday Bandit did not take the time to see the result, he was already running.
When he and the Party Favors were safely back at their hideout, they could finally process what happened.
"Holy macaron Party Favors," Birthday Bandit laughed in genuine surprise. "We just beat Syndrome, we won! This is the best birthday present I could have ever asked for!"
Each of the Party Favors pulled out a party horn and blew. Birthday Bandit and the Party Favors would celebrate, enjoy the fame that was certainly coming their way, and party until the sun rose.
But the cost...
Birthday Bandit felt a tear roll down his cheek and sniffed. The Party Favors bowed their heads in grief.
"Godspeed Birthday Cake," said Birthday Bandit as he looked out of the window into the afternoon sky, hoping that cake could hear him in Birthday Cake Heaven. "You will be remembered..."
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Shego took one look at her news feed, rubbed her eyes, then looked at it again, and then she got up from her chair to find someplace quiet, secure and empty.
A rumour would circulate around Drakktech HQ that uncontrollable laughter could be faintly heard somewhere in the building.
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"Yeesh, that's got to hurt," Dr. Doofenshirtz winced at the video he was watching. "Good thing I'm evil, capes are for heroes only."
Later, he would go into social media to send a message to Syndrome's account that was filled with clown emojis, just because.
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Somewhere in the Mojave, deep within a secret base, a man in a temporary wheelchair rolled up to his computer terminal.
Everything was in pain and his fingers were still difficult to move, despite the best surgery money could buy. To help ease his recovery the doctors had told him to take things slow. As far as he was concerned, they could shove it.
Slowly and strenuously, he pressed the voicemode activation key with a finger.
"Computer," he grunted. It was hard to speak, but he didn't care. "Activate."
A large screen flickered to life.
Password
"Kronos."
The password screen changed to that of a selection of choices.
Base Operations
Finances
Omnidroid Metatraining
Omnidroid Production
CEO's
Supers
Supervillains
"Supervillains. Birthday Bandit. Party Favors."
Syndrome glared at the screen. His eyes burning with hate.
"Show. Me. Everything."
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Birthday Bandit felt a chill run down his spine and shivered.
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A/N: Unless Syndrome fucks up again, Birthday Bandit and the Party Favors need to find a place to hide or their days are numbered.
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Between the sword and wall again.(canon!)
Well My muse is finally acting up, so here is an omake.
Between the sword and wall again.
Your name is Herbert Powell and this is probably the most hellish situation you find yourself in.
Here you are in your desk, sitting there with a level of stress that should probably kill any human being.
Just because of one envelope that is sitting there menancingly in front of you.
You really don't want to open the damn thing, because you know that it is only going to bring you more headaches when you do.
But you are the boss of this company, you are responsible for this and god may smite you, should you run away from them.
You sigh as you finally put your hands on the envelope and open it.
And it was as you feared, your financial report giving you nothing but red once again.
You put your hands in your head as you slam yourself down on the desk once again like the months before.
''God fucking dammit, if this continues like this I will lose the company and what's left of my money in a year or two'' you said in a defeated tone.
It really surprises you how bad things have gone during these last years as CEO of Powell technologies.
You remember when everything was going well, after making the baby translator not only You had managed to regain your fortune, but also make a new company to keep you afloat for the years to come.
Hell you had so many ideas that came to fruition during the first years that where a total hit with the people, specially the cars, since you could never really let go that part of your old business.
But then disaster struck.
The baby translator?
Fell on sales the following years after people just didn't seem to be interested into making families anymore and those that did get married just didn't seem to want to have a baby.
Before that would had probably been the biggest hit, one that you could recover from with time and ideas, at the moment that wasn't the end of the world.
But then the other variables got involved.
To be more specific Kronos Corp and Drakk Tech.
Ever since their CEO's rise to fame you haven't been able to get any impactful contract or an idea that could outsmart them.
It was almost like going againts a real life mad scientist.
And that is without counting some of the toomfolery going around with them.
You weren't surprised to find spies from both companies during their starting days in your own, considering you where a household name some years back then, you don't know if to be angry or flattered.
But nowdays they don't even care about your ''little company'' which is probably for the better.
You knew well of these so called kings and that making enemies of even one of them unprepared was a death sentence.
You sigh again as you check your office, to think all you fought for is once again going down the drain.
As you get up of your chair You start talking to yourself '' I really wish times went back to be more simple, where my only worry was about playing My taxes'' as you get close to a shelf where a cased photo lies.
A photo depicting your brother Homer and his family alongside you during last christmas dinner, you where close to town that time and decided to play him a visit on a whim.
You doubt that grudge about your original company Will ever fully go away, but you forgave Homer that day, when even retuclanty he gave you two thousand dollars to help you get back on your feet and kickstart an invention once again.
He may be probably the dullest tool in the shed, but you saw that day he was a good man, an idiot for sure, but someone you can count on to do the right thing in the end.
As you continue seeing the photo, the gears in your head start moving, maybe you could make a little vacational trip to Springfield.
After all Homer family was what gave you the idea for the baby translator, who knows what else you can think of if you go around the city.
After all that little piece of gold may not be the only one left in the city.
As you go back to your desk you clear your agenda and program a well deserved vacation to Springfield, you didn't use them last year to keep the company afloat so you doubt the imvestors Will bait an eye at this, besides the change of scenery may just be what you need to get at least one victory againts Shego and that pompous idiot of Syndrome.
After all this is America, and in America, you're never finished as long as you have a brain in your head, because all a man really needs is an idea.
Between the sword and wall again.
Your name is Herbert Powell and this is probably the most hellish situation you find yourself in.
Here you are in your desk, sitting there with a level of stress that should probably kill any human being.
Just because of one envelope that is sitting there menancingly in front of you.
You really don't want to open the damn thing, because you know that it is only going to bring you more headaches when you do.
But you are the boss of this company, you are responsible for this and god may smite you, should you run away from them.
You sigh as you finally put your hands on the envelope and open it.
And it was as you feared, your financial report giving you nothing but red once again.
You put your hands in your head as you slam yourself down on the desk once again like the months before.
''God fucking dammit, if this continues like this I will lose the company and what's left of my money in a year or two'' you said in a defeated tone.
It really surprises you how bad things have gone during these last years as CEO of Powell technologies.
You remember when everything was going well, after making the baby translator not only You had managed to regain your fortune, but also make a new company to keep you afloat for the years to come.
Hell you had so many ideas that came to fruition during the first years that where a total hit with the people, specially the cars, since you could never really let go that part of your old business.
But then disaster struck.
The baby translator?
Fell on sales the following years after people just didn't seem to be interested into making families anymore and those that did get married just didn't seem to want to have a baby.
Before that would had probably been the biggest hit, one that you could recover from with time and ideas, at the moment that wasn't the end of the world.
But then the other variables got involved.
To be more specific Kronos Corp and Drakk Tech.
Ever since their CEO's rise to fame you haven't been able to get any impactful contract or an idea that could outsmart them.
It was almost like going againts a real life mad scientist.
And that is without counting some of the toomfolery going around with them.
You weren't surprised to find spies from both companies during their starting days in your own, considering you where a household name some years back then, you don't know if to be angry or flattered.
But nowdays they don't even care about your ''little company'' which is probably for the better.
You knew well of these so called kings and that making enemies of even one of them unprepared was a death sentence.
You sigh again as you check your office, to think all you fought for is once again going down the drain.
As you get up of your chair You start talking to yourself '' I really wish times went back to be more simple, where my only worry was about playing My taxes'' as you get close to a shelf where a cased photo lies.
A photo depicting your brother Homer and his family alongside you during last christmas dinner, you where close to town that time and decided to play him a visit on a whim.
You doubt that grudge about your original company Will ever fully go away, but you forgave Homer that day, when even retuclanty he gave you two thousand dollars to help you get back on your feet and kickstart an invention once again.
He may be probably the dullest tool in the shed, but you saw that day he was a good man, an idiot for sure, but someone you can count on to do the right thing in the end.
As you continue seeing the photo, the gears in your head start moving, maybe you could make a little vacational trip to Springfield.
After all Homer family was what gave you the idea for the baby translator, who knows what else you can think of if you go around the city.
After all that little piece of gold may not be the only one left in the city.
As you go back to your desk you clear your agenda and program a well deserved vacation to Springfield, you didn't use them last year to keep the company afloat so you doubt the imvestors Will bait an eye at this, besides the change of scenery may just be what you need to get at least one victory againts Shego and that pompous idiot of Syndrome.
After all this is America, and in America, you're never finished as long as you have a brain in your head, because all a man really needs is an idea.
Well wrotte a little snippet involving our bastard son Herbert, later seasons reveal he went back to poverty, so Made it here that he is about to reach that point, the dome still hasn't been Made public yet SO had to cut out some parts where he sees what the goverment pulled on the city, so he Will probably find it once he reaches the city, he also technically never has interacted with Abe on a deeper level, he also won't know about us taking the Burns state, as for him visiting Springfield, well as I Made him mention, visiting the Simpsons is what gave him the baby translator idea, so he may as well try to struck gold again with them or with Springfield in general, after all some inventors and artist do go on a scenery change to get more ideas or get more creative to trive, Hope I got his character well written and enjoy./SPOILER]
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