A Tale of Snobby Tales
Explosions peppered the sky as capes continued to battle for dominance, heroes and villains leaving only destruction in their wake.
A young man clutched his mother's bloody hand to his cheek, his salty tears dripping down to fall on the broken concrete beneath. Her severed limb was the only piece of her he could find. He looked up as a radiant cape blasted a white costumed form through a building and out the other side. A monstrous metal wolf made from rotating blades leapt at a woman encased in a glowing bubble of hard light. Numerous other battles dotted the street as the PRT and New Wave battled against the E88's offensive.
Heroes. Villains. It didn't matter. All they brought was death.
Greg Veder clutched his mother's arm closer to his chest as he raged at the sky.
He had triggered that day.
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It had been many weeks since his mother's funeral. His father had already slipped back into the bottle, his days wasted on his recliner chair as images flashed from the screen before him. "It looks like he started early today," Greg thought in disdain, as he noticed the half-drunken bottle of Kamchatka resting in his lap. Shaking his head, he continued upstairs to his mother's study.
The room was sparse after putting away his mother's things, only shelves of books hung from two of the walls and a light fold up chair leaning against a dusty desk remained. It was a place of solitude and intellect, and the occasional masturbation session. But today was a good day for reading. He unfolded the chair and sat at the desk, his mother's copy of Lolita in hand. He had to hand it to Nabokov, he felt for poor Humbert. It wasn't his fault Dolores had seduced him.
An hour had passed before Greg finally turned the last page of the novel. And then the book exploded in flames. He fell back with a shout, his head hitting the floor hard with the back of the chair. Dazed and blinded, Greg blinked rapidly as he tried to focus. A shadowy figure now sat on his mother's desk.
"Light of my life, fire of my loins. My sin, my soul," the suited figure crooned, as Greg slowly lost consciousness.
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♦ Topic: Vista Mastered?!?
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Bagrat (Original Poster) (Veteran Member) (The Guy in the Know)
Posted on February 10th, 2011:
The young cape went missing sometime this evening in Brockton Bay. She was last seen talking to an older gentlemen in a grey three piece suit. Any information on her whereabouts should be reported to the local PRT.
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"Shit."
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Greg is always reading (Choose one):
[X] The Dark Tower VII: The Dark Tower by Stephen King
[X] Frankenstein by Mary Shelley
[X] Animal Farm by George Orwell
[X] Jesus's Son by Denis Johnson
[X] The Jungle Book by Rudyard Kipling
Author's Note:
(Greg's ability: A combination of the Gamer and Libromancy. Can summon projections of the characters from books or absorb a part of their mythos into himself, after reading. Greg has little control over which. The strength of the ability or the projection is dependent on how famous the book is. A story, series, and mythos can only be used once. Obviously, some books will not translate over well and may not do anything.)
So this is just a quest I'm doing to pass the time. I don't really follow Worm too much so I doubt I'll get Greg's character right. I'm mainly using him so I don't have to make an OC. The books I've chosen are taken from my bookshelf, feel free to suggest others.
This was inspired by all the munchkin Gamer fics where they use manga and video games to make a completely broken character.
Mechanics: Every post I roll to check the progress Greg has been making in whatever he's reading.