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Heroes
In times of great tribulation mankind has always looked for heroes, but what if it was more literal what if superheroes were real?
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Some Stan Lee Shit
"President Harris' narrow defeat of Ron DeSantis shows the weakness of Democratic Party Neo-Liberal politics in the face of fascism."
-It's Fucking Happening Here Pod Episode 69 "Slightly Less On Fire" November 10th, 2024
This is a tremendous victory for the average middle-class middle-of-the-road voter. I'm so happy I can cry right now!
-Rachel Maddow November 10th, 2024
Mostly Peace Protests Are Still Going Despite A Harris Victory. Why?
-New York Times November 10th, 2024
I WON THIS ELECTION. DON'T LET THE DEMS TAKE YOUR COUNTRY FROM YOU AGAIN. WE GOTTA FIGHT LIKE HELL IN THE COURTS!
-Ron DeSantis November 10th 2024
"At what point do people realize things aren't going back to 2015? We have two options here: live in the past or move the hell on towards a better future."
-Bishop Castle on his YouTube channel. November 10th 2024
"We must understand just because they elected a fancy new puppet doesn't mean they aren't doing the same hat tricks
-Red Fist "November 10th, 2024
Black Gangs Rule The Streets Of Atlanta As Police Are Too Scared To Clean Up The Trash
-Liberty Hangout TV November 10th, 2024
Alleged Buckhead Rapist Dies In Hospital After Being Found Beaten Outside Of Atlanta Police Station. Atlanta Reaper Suspected.
-CNN November 10th, 2024
The NIRA cell responsible for the attempted drone attack on 10 Downing Street was eliminated after an SAS raid.
-BBC November 11th, 2024
Ace Ward is set to become the richest Black Man in the world at 15.
-Forbes November 11th, 2024
Crime In Atlanta Is At All-Time High, But Why is Gang Violence Between Black Gangs Down?
-The Root November 11th, 2024
Masked "Black Power" Vigilante Spotted Breaking Up a Fight Between Anti-Fascists and Alt-Right At Election Protest.
-News2Share November 11th 2024
Bank in Phoenix, Arizona, Robbed By A Man In Hamzat Custom Calling Himself "Toxic Sludge."
-CBS November 11th, 2024
Bodies of several Americans were dragged through the streets of the West African country of Vana today after the government released a video of the men being killed by a pro-government paramilitary organization known as "The Splinter." The communist regime claims the Americans were attacking a nuclear power plant.
-The Atlantic November 11th, 2024
"We must give our thanks to our National Comrade "The Splinter" for this tremendous victory over the Imperialist American Dogs. They wish to see us fall; they wish the see the "Red Lion" of Africa turn into another puppet government. They can try with all their might to sanction us, coup us, invade us, but nothing will stop us from safeguarding our independence! LONG LIVE AFRICA, LONG LIVE KINGDOM OF VENA!
-Venan King November 11th, 2024
Massive Sandstrom Near Yemen Saudi Border Destroyed Entire Village During A Battle, Third Indecent of Its Type In The Last Six Month
-Weather Channel November 11th, 2024
15-year-old Billionaire Ace Ward Interviewed For The First Time After His Recovery From Cancer And Farther's Death.
-Atlanta Public Journal. November 11th 2024
"Crime isn't just freaking rising; it's changing. Thugs aren't rioting, looting, and shooting anymore. They are getting creative; look at that nut in Phoenix as a prime example. Yet the Democrats and in office tell us everything is just fine. Shit is fucked to hell, but don't get me wrong, I'm not saying the anti-labor cucks at the GOP are perfect, but hey, that's the best we got, outside of that ghost in Atlanta.
Kelly Hatter "Law Order and Punishment" Podcast November 12th, 2024
"There is no such thing as ghosts."
-Mayor Keisha Lance Bottoms November 12th, 2024
"I saw it; the Reaper saved my life from that creep and beat the shit out of him too. It ain't human I can say that it moved all wrong…"
Reported eyewitness to a Reaper sighting on November 12th, 2024
"Of course not; I'm a legitimate businessman. There is no such thing as a Black Mafia in Atlanta, and those allegations you just said to me are deeply racist. You know a lot of people in this city wouldn't take kindly to that type of false allegations.".
-Duke Johnson After Being Interviewed By Red Fist Magazine November 12th, 2024
Highway of Tears Serial Killer Found Dead By Local Sheriff Department After Anonymous Tip. Serval Incriminating Evidence Dating Back To The Early 70's Found In A Lock Box Under Tree. Mystery Symbol Found Carved Nearby.
-CNN November 12th, 2024
Pro Destanis Rally Ends After Tense Armed Standoff With Counter Protester In Texas.
-CBS News November 12th, 2024
"CoronaVirus rates may be down, but the economic damage may take years to rebound.".
-Wall Street Journal November 12th, 2024
3 People Killed After Proud Boy Carven In Downtown Portland Turns Into A Massive Street Fight 2 Protesters 1 Counter Protester Dead.
-MSNBC November 12th, 2024
"So I managed to predict a lot of shit, but gonna be honest here, Antifa Luke Cage and Punisher Batman weren't on my list.".
-Robert Evans Worst Year Ever Podcast November 12th, 2024
Mexican Cartels In The Chiapas Suffer Heavy Losses Due To Auto Defense Militias
-The Narco News Dudes IG November 12th, 2024
Footage of a sandstorm in southern Saudi Arabia shows what appears to be a woman in the center of it all.
-Popular Front IG November 12th, 2024
The Rise Of Black Axe Gangs In New York.
-Vice News November 12th, 2024
Police Respond To A Warehouse In London After Anonymous Tip Finds A Bomb Lab Linked To O9A, Serval Members Gagged and Chained
-BBC November 12th, 2024
"Black Power Beats Cop For Messing With Homeless In Detroit Camp"
-YouTube video November 12th, 2024
Reboot Of Jericho Plan to Release On Netflix
-Buzzfeed November 12th, 2024
Inside The Ward Company, New Electric Car That Has Telas Scared.
-The Root. November 12th 2024
So a "Black Power" thug beats up cops, and the world treats him like a hero.
-Ben Shapiro November 12th, 2024
Bombs Destroys Nationalist Pub In Derry.
-Channel 4 News November 13th, 2024
Communist Homeless Camp In Central Park Grows.
-American Conservative November 13th, 2024
"I'm not saying he is real, but what I am saying is that if he was, I would like to shake the brother's hand."
-Killer Mike On Black Power November 13th, 2024
Watch Several Columns Tanks in North Yemen Destroyed By Sand Storm During Battle Over A Village.
-Rt November 13th, 2024
"It was her; it was Sahra; she was the one who stopped the soldiers."
-Yemenines Woman Interviews about the sand storm November 13th, 2024
"I'm telling you, man; there is some real-life Stan Lee shit going down right now. Is no one else seeing this but me? That ghost in Atlanta, the Black Power guy in the Midwest, whoever the chick is in Arabia. That's not all, that shit that went down in Vena; the lamestream media is saying a paramilitary militia did it? But why does the Vena state media refer to "The Splinter" only using single-person male articles!"
-Alan Vince Meta Humans Podcast Episode One November 13th, 2024
-It's Fucking Happening Here Pod Episode 69 "Slightly Less On Fire" November 10th, 2024
This is a tremendous victory for the average middle-class middle-of-the-road voter. I'm so happy I can cry right now!
-Rachel Maddow November 10th, 2024
Mostly Peace Protests Are Still Going Despite A Harris Victory. Why?
-New York Times November 10th, 2024
I WON THIS ELECTION. DON'T LET THE DEMS TAKE YOUR COUNTRY FROM YOU AGAIN. WE GOTTA FIGHT LIKE HELL IN THE COURTS!
-Ron DeSantis November 10th 2024
"At what point do people realize things aren't going back to 2015? We have two options here: live in the past or move the hell on towards a better future."
-Bishop Castle on his YouTube channel. November 10th 2024
"We must understand just because they elected a fancy new puppet doesn't mean they aren't doing the same hat tricks
-Red Fist "November 10th, 2024
Black Gangs Rule The Streets Of Atlanta As Police Are Too Scared To Clean Up The Trash
-Liberty Hangout TV November 10th, 2024
Alleged Buckhead Rapist Dies In Hospital After Being Found Beaten Outside Of Atlanta Police Station. Atlanta Reaper Suspected.
-CNN November 10th, 2024
The NIRA cell responsible for the attempted drone attack on 10 Downing Street was eliminated after an SAS raid.
-BBC November 11th, 2024
Ace Ward is set to become the richest Black Man in the world at 15.
-Forbes November 11th, 2024
Crime In Atlanta Is At All-Time High, But Why is Gang Violence Between Black Gangs Down?
-The Root November 11th, 2024
Masked "Black Power" Vigilante Spotted Breaking Up a Fight Between Anti-Fascists and Alt-Right At Election Protest.
-News2Share November 11th 2024
Bank in Phoenix, Arizona, Robbed By A Man In Hamzat Custom Calling Himself "Toxic Sludge."
-CBS November 11th, 2024
Bodies of several Americans were dragged through the streets of the West African country of Vana today after the government released a video of the men being killed by a pro-government paramilitary organization known as "The Splinter." The communist regime claims the Americans were attacking a nuclear power plant.
-The Atlantic November 11th, 2024
"We must give our thanks to our National Comrade "The Splinter" for this tremendous victory over the Imperialist American Dogs. They wish to see us fall; they wish the see the "Red Lion" of Africa turn into another puppet government. They can try with all their might to sanction us, coup us, invade us, but nothing will stop us from safeguarding our independence! LONG LIVE AFRICA, LONG LIVE KINGDOM OF VENA!
-Venan King November 11th, 2024
Massive Sandstrom Near Yemen Saudi Border Destroyed Entire Village During A Battle, Third Indecent of Its Type In The Last Six Month
-Weather Channel November 11th, 2024
15-year-old Billionaire Ace Ward Interviewed For The First Time After His Recovery From Cancer And Farther's Death.
-Atlanta Public Journal. November 11th 2024
"Crime isn't just freaking rising; it's changing. Thugs aren't rioting, looting, and shooting anymore. They are getting creative; look at that nut in Phoenix as a prime example. Yet the Democrats and in office tell us everything is just fine. Shit is fucked to hell, but don't get me wrong, I'm not saying the anti-labor cucks at the GOP are perfect, but hey, that's the best we got, outside of that ghost in Atlanta.
Kelly Hatter "Law Order and Punishment" Podcast November 12th, 2024
"There is no such thing as ghosts."
-Mayor Keisha Lance Bottoms November 12th, 2024
"I saw it; the Reaper saved my life from that creep and beat the shit out of him too. It ain't human I can say that it moved all wrong…"
Reported eyewitness to a Reaper sighting on November 12th, 2024
"Of course not; I'm a legitimate businessman. There is no such thing as a Black Mafia in Atlanta, and those allegations you just said to me are deeply racist. You know a lot of people in this city wouldn't take kindly to that type of false allegations.".
-Duke Johnson After Being Interviewed By Red Fist Magazine November 12th, 2024
Highway of Tears Serial Killer Found Dead By Local Sheriff Department After Anonymous Tip. Serval Incriminating Evidence Dating Back To The Early 70's Found In A Lock Box Under Tree. Mystery Symbol Found Carved Nearby.
-CNN November 12th, 2024
Pro Destanis Rally Ends After Tense Armed Standoff With Counter Protester In Texas.
-CBS News November 12th, 2024
"CoronaVirus rates may be down, but the economic damage may take years to rebound.".
-Wall Street Journal November 12th, 2024
3 People Killed After Proud Boy Carven In Downtown Portland Turns Into A Massive Street Fight 2 Protesters 1 Counter Protester Dead.
-MSNBC November 12th, 2024
"So I managed to predict a lot of shit, but gonna be honest here, Antifa Luke Cage and Punisher Batman weren't on my list.".
-Robert Evans Worst Year Ever Podcast November 12th, 2024
Mexican Cartels In The Chiapas Suffer Heavy Losses Due To Auto Defense Militias
-The Narco News Dudes IG November 12th, 2024
Footage of a sandstorm in southern Saudi Arabia shows what appears to be a woman in the center of it all.
-Popular Front IG November 12th, 2024
The Rise Of Black Axe Gangs In New York.
-Vice News November 12th, 2024
Police Respond To A Warehouse In London After Anonymous Tip Finds A Bomb Lab Linked To O9A, Serval Members Gagged and Chained
-BBC November 12th, 2024
"Black Power Beats Cop For Messing With Homeless In Detroit Camp"
-YouTube video November 12th, 2024
Reboot Of Jericho Plan to Release On Netflix
-Buzzfeed November 12th, 2024
Inside The Ward Company, New Electric Car That Has Telas Scared.
-The Root. November 12th 2024
So a "Black Power" thug beats up cops, and the world treats him like a hero.
-Ben Shapiro November 12th, 2024
Bombs Destroys Nationalist Pub In Derry.
-Channel 4 News November 13th, 2024
Communist Homeless Camp In Central Park Grows.
-American Conservative November 13th, 2024
"I'm not saying he is real, but what I am saying is that if he was, I would like to shake the brother's hand."
-Killer Mike On Black Power November 13th, 2024
Watch Several Columns Tanks in North Yemen Destroyed By Sand Storm During Battle Over A Village.
-Rt November 13th, 2024
"It was her; it was Sahra; she was the one who stopped the soldiers."
-Yemenines Woman Interviews about the sand storm November 13th, 2024
"I'm telling you, man; there is some real-life Stan Lee shit going down right now. Is no one else seeing this but me? That ghost in Atlanta, the Black Power guy in the Midwest, whoever the chick is in Arabia. That's not all, that shit that went down in Vena; the lamestream media is saying a paramilitary militia did it? But why does the Vena state media refer to "The Splinter" only using single-person male articles!"
-Alan Vince Meta Humans Podcast Episode One November 13th, 2024
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Opening Vignettes
Ace Ward climbed into his bedroom window. It was something he had developed a talent for even before the experimental treatment that changed him. Once inside his room he began to take off his suit layer by layer. To a normal person the suit would be near impossible to move in let alone do half the things Ace managed to do thanks to the incident. First layer was a explosion proof blanket meant to protect a person from a bomb blast it has been snitched up by him and his friends Destiny and Xander into the shape of his robes under which was the second lawyer of interlocking plated of ceramic body armor meant to stop rounds from most small arms, followed by the light kevlar mesh under suit, finially there was nothing more than his bruised skin, but even that started to healing before his very eyes another side effect from the incident.
"Hey there tiger" said Destiny walking into the massive bedroom tossing him some basketball shorts and t-shirt.
"Christ Des knock first." said Ace trying to cover himself up.
"Please with the amount of time I had to patch you up in the last five months I seem everything I wanted and then more, now get dress Xander is about to put on Jericho."
"Just give me a minute." said Ace.
"You have three and I will be counting." she joked.
—-
Tyler was scared out of his wit, it was over it was all over, all because of this damned stick up. How could he had known that the cop would walk in when the stick up started? There haven't been that many cops on this side of towns for weeks. Now he was stuck in a Mexican stand-off with a cop with no way out. He could see the pig getting ready to pull the trigger.
"Put the gun down, both of you." demanded another voice as a large man entered the room. He was dressed in a black hoodie, black airforce ones, and a domino mask. The Cop reacted in a flash turning around shooting the man in the chest at point blank range, but nothing happened to him. The masked man grabbed gun out the officer hand crushing it with no effort before make ng his way towards Tyler and doing the same with his gun.
"Both of you two idiots have five seconds to get the hell out of here or I'm driving my foot so far up your ass that you're gonna be having toenails for dinner. Then as soon as he came, he was gone.
————
They called her Skin Walker now, well those who acknowledge her existence did. Sammy's work was pretty lowkey enough to avoid the media, not like the attention whore in Atlanta or that guy in Chicago. Still she wished that they would call her something beside "Skin Walker." It's like they gave her the most generic indigenous sounding title they could, then again a lot of her work did seem to look like what her friend Andrew called "Very Spooky SkinWalker Shit".
She had been up to some of that "spooky shit tonight.". Mostly scaring off construction workers and loggers, but then some local company goons tried shooting at her. That didn't end well for them, but Sammy did try and not kill them. Taking life was something she never enjoyed.
Sammy however did leave her calling car painted on the grass in eco friendly spray paint. It was the same circle within a triangle within a circle symbol she had left on a tree after stringing up the serial killer. It was just enough for people to wonder to be afraid of, but not enough to believe by most people, and that's was the way she liked it.
——
A large dust storm wrapped around the small cave home. It was lit up using a mix of generator and oil lamps. It had took Mia some time to fix up to this level, but she was far from done with everything and their plenty of expanding to do for her best.
The next step was to get running water and some type of air control in the cave followed by converting all the power from gas based to solar panels or battery based. She had started to do so after her last action taking what she needed and wanted from the soldiers had left or what the village people had given her and she had already gotten a few things converted already like the radio.
Mia smiled as she listened to the radio. Apparently the storms have been creating so much havoc on both sides of the conflict that the grunts at the front were fragging their officers in order not to enter what they called "the zone".
That was good news to her, now those idiots men that send off young boys to kill women and children are gonna have to come to the table to talk or risk their military shattering under the wait of the desert.
—-
Vena
The King's face was stern, but Splinter his father always was like that with him. Stern, but caring for his son.
"You did a good job the other day, those American cousin lovers would have put a dent in our nuclear program, but evidently they didn't know about the secondary locations."
"Don't worry farther they will stop soon enough once we achieve the bomb, they would not dare to attack a nation which can defend itself with the night of the atom.".
"That is likely but not completely. I'm afraid that we may not be the only ones with soldiers like you."
"What do you mean?"
"One of the soldiers you killed is a man by the name of Captain Slaughter. After his was showed off to the people, he managed to escape what outside of public eye."
"Dad I thought you said I killed him? How could he have escaped?"
"You did my son, but he got back up. We believe that this won't be the last time we will be seeing the Captain."
——-
Jessica Van Helsing walked through the street of London. It had been a long day tracking down the rests of that O9A cell. She had a special hatred towards cultists above the other things she fault even the ones that weren't human. Mostly because cultists tended to use guns far more than they used powers. Dodging bullets and casting wards were a lot harder than chewing bubblegum and walking.
Her apartment was a rather large posh noir style flat with an amazing view over the city. It had been in her family since the 60's as a gift from the government for one of her family's many services to the crown. The apartment was messy and needed to be clean, but after a long day of casting and shooting at cultists the best she could do was scrape the clothes off the top of her bed before collapsing a sleep on top of her covers.
Yet she could not escape work even in her nightmares. It came to her almost every night now. The vision of the city turned into a hellscape. Cracked ground spilling forth fire and demons. The rivers covered in blood and bodies and the screaming of the endless screaming of lost souls swallowed up into hell.
"Hey there tiger" said Destiny walking into the massive bedroom tossing him some basketball shorts and t-shirt.
"Christ Des knock first." said Ace trying to cover himself up.
"Please with the amount of time I had to patch you up in the last five months I seem everything I wanted and then more, now get dress Xander is about to put on Jericho."
"Just give me a minute." said Ace.
"You have three and I will be counting." she joked.
—-
Tyler was scared out of his wit, it was over it was all over, all because of this damned stick up. How could he had known that the cop would walk in when the stick up started? There haven't been that many cops on this side of towns for weeks. Now he was stuck in a Mexican stand-off with a cop with no way out. He could see the pig getting ready to pull the trigger.
"Put the gun down, both of you." demanded another voice as a large man entered the room. He was dressed in a black hoodie, black airforce ones, and a domino mask. The Cop reacted in a flash turning around shooting the man in the chest at point blank range, but nothing happened to him. The masked man grabbed gun out the officer hand crushing it with no effort before make ng his way towards Tyler and doing the same with his gun.
"Both of you two idiots have five seconds to get the hell out of here or I'm driving my foot so far up your ass that you're gonna be having toenails for dinner. Then as soon as he came, he was gone.
————
They called her Skin Walker now, well those who acknowledge her existence did. Sammy's work was pretty lowkey enough to avoid the media, not like the attention whore in Atlanta or that guy in Chicago. Still she wished that they would call her something beside "Skin Walker." It's like they gave her the most generic indigenous sounding title they could, then again a lot of her work did seem to look like what her friend Andrew called "Very Spooky SkinWalker Shit".
She had been up to some of that "spooky shit tonight.". Mostly scaring off construction workers and loggers, but then some local company goons tried shooting at her. That didn't end well for them, but Sammy did try and not kill them. Taking life was something she never enjoyed.
Sammy however did leave her calling car painted on the grass in eco friendly spray paint. It was the same circle within a triangle within a circle symbol she had left on a tree after stringing up the serial killer. It was just enough for people to wonder to be afraid of, but not enough to believe by most people, and that's was the way she liked it.
——
A large dust storm wrapped around the small cave home. It was lit up using a mix of generator and oil lamps. It had took Mia some time to fix up to this level, but she was far from done with everything and their plenty of expanding to do for her best.
The next step was to get running water and some type of air control in the cave followed by converting all the power from gas based to solar panels or battery based. She had started to do so after her last action taking what she needed and wanted from the soldiers had left or what the village people had given her and she had already gotten a few things converted already like the radio.
Mia smiled as she listened to the radio. Apparently the storms have been creating so much havoc on both sides of the conflict that the grunts at the front were fragging their officers in order not to enter what they called "the zone".
That was good news to her, now those idiots men that send off young boys to kill women and children are gonna have to come to the table to talk or risk their military shattering under the wait of the desert.
—-
Vena
The King's face was stern, but Splinter his father always was like that with him. Stern, but caring for his son.
"You did a good job the other day, those American cousin lovers would have put a dent in our nuclear program, but evidently they didn't know about the secondary locations."
"Don't worry farther they will stop soon enough once we achieve the bomb, they would not dare to attack a nation which can defend itself with the night of the atom.".
"That is likely but not completely. I'm afraid that we may not be the only ones with soldiers like you."
"What do you mean?"
"One of the soldiers you killed is a man by the name of Captain Slaughter. After his was showed off to the people, he managed to escape what outside of public eye."
"Dad I thought you said I killed him? How could he have escaped?"
"You did my son, but he got back up. We believe that this won't be the last time we will be seeing the Captain."
——-
Jessica Van Helsing walked through the street of London. It had been a long day tracking down the rests of that O9A cell. She had a special hatred towards cultists above the other things she fault even the ones that weren't human. Mostly because cultists tended to use guns far more than they used powers. Dodging bullets and casting wards were a lot harder than chewing bubblegum and walking.
Her apartment was a rather large posh noir style flat with an amazing view over the city. It had been in her family since the 60's as a gift from the government for one of her family's many services to the crown. The apartment was messy and needed to be clean, but after a long day of casting and shooting at cultists the best she could do was scrape the clothes off the top of her bed before collapsing a sleep on top of her covers.
Yet she could not escape work even in her nightmares. It came to her almost every night now. The vision of the city turned into a hellscape. Cracked ground spilling forth fire and demons. The rivers covered in blood and bodies and the screaming of the endless screaming of lost souls swallowed up into hell.
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I Don’t Want To Set The World On Fire
I Don't Want To Set The World On Fire
Leaked footage from xinjiang shows a massive prison break lead man "dressed like a cowboy". The CCP denies the Incident as a deep fake-MSNBC November 14,2024
COMMUNIST VENA IS FUNDING BLM WITH THE HELP OF SOROS BUCKS! THAT BLACK POWER THUG IS A DEEP STATE FALE SUPER HERO RAN BY THE SOROS, the CCP AND CIA! AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!
-Alex Jones November 14,2024
"I'm not pro Vena by any metric, but I understand why the regime would want nuclear weapons, look at what happened to the King's Godfather Gaddafi to understand why."
-Bishop Castle YouTube channel November 14,2024
Inside The Growing "No Reparations No Vote" Movement
-Vice News November 14,2024
Rouge Corn Field Fire Partially Destroys A Rural Illinois Town Fire Fighter Struggle
-Weather Channel November 14,2024
"Yeah the world is fucked, but might as well sing, screw it old sport let's get down to some jazz let's swing"
-Dandy Girl "Panic and the electric disco" November 14,2024
Black Power Spotted Over Detroit
-RT November 14,2024
Breaking News Wyoming Governor Kanye West had just released a threat to send the national guard in order to back ranchers and indigenous people after footage shows company mercenaries attacking protesters over federal pipe line.
-CNN November 14,2024
WEST IS A THIRD PARTY COMMIE RAT WHO HELP STEAL THE STATE ELECTION FROM REPUBLICANS LIKE HOW ILLEGAL IMMIGRANT HARRIS STOLE THE BIG ONE FROM ME.
-Ron DeSantis twitter November 14,2024
Jeues Desantis sounds like he is trying his best to do a shitty Trump impression and failing
-Destiny Masters on twitterNovember 14,2024
"Technically I'm the richest African America also Tesla is a better car company. The last car Ward made was in the 80's"
-Elon Musk. November 14,2024
Sporadic Wildfire Spread Across The Midwest and Heartland
-Weather Channel November 15,2024
Saudi Arabia along with waring parties in Yemen to meet after freak sands storms causes massive losses and defections on all sides.
-Al Jazeera November 15,2024
PROOF THAT BLACK POWER IS REAL
-Zuckery Smith YouTube channel November 15,2024
The State is starting use superhumans follow the crumbs
-QMeta /X/ November 15,2024
American Iron Front Protests aided by mysterious man dressed like Uncle Sam after a short gun fight breaks out between Neo Confederate protesters and counter protesters
-Unicorn Riot November 15,2024
Watch Massive "Fire" Tornado Spotted in near Iowa state border
-Weather Channel November 15,2024
Inside London Occult Gang Wars
-Vice News November 15,2024
A Massive Robbery In Paris Has Just Happened With Serval African Artifacts Have Been Stolen, French Authorities Has Labeled "Splinter Paramilitary" As The Prime Suspects
-CNN November 15,2024
"This is was a invasion by African [Expletives]"
-Le pen November 15,2024
"This is a dark day in French history as our sovereignty has been violated, we hope the France's allies stand with her in placing new rounds of sanctions against Vena."
-Emmanuel Macron November 15,2024
Klansmen Found Beaten And Hog Tied Next To A Telephone Poll After Atempting To Bomb A Church In Atlanta Last Night.
-CNN November 15,2024
"While the Splinter did take those artifacts from France and they are being delivered back to their original resting places as we speak, the Splinter is not a part of the Vena military or government. He is a loyal patriotic comrade to the Nation yes, but his actions are done by him alone. As for the president of France's statement about sovereignty I must ask, where were those concepts when colonizers stole the items in the first place."
-Premiere of Vena November 15,2024
Satellite shows massive movement near Vena DMZ on both sides between French troops and the Venan Military.
-RT November 15,2024
If they take one inch of our land it will be an act of war.
-Paul Biya on the Vena DMZ ciris November 15,2024
"Iowa and Illinois Governors have both deployed their national guards to stop "fire storms".
-CNN November 15,2024
Small peace protest in the Capital attacked by Pro war protesters before People's Militia break up the fight.
-Vena Socalist Voice November 15,2024
We are monitoring the situation on our side of our borders but Nigerians wish for peace for all sides.
-Muhammadu Buhari November 15,2024
"I think people forget how strong Vena is, if anyone listened to the episode on Operation Katona can remember how much ass they kicked. The Venan militray is one of the strongest in the world and dwarfs anything else in Africa…wait holy shit, fuck no way no goddamn way, well Vena has nukes now."
-Joe Kasabian Lions Led By Donkeys live episode in Albania November 15,2024.
We have breaking news from West Africa. It appears that the Vena has just successfully tested a nuclear weapon.
-Wolf Blitzer CNN November 15,2024
"Comrades of Vena today is our greatest day since we drove the Europeans from our homeland over 7 decades ago. Today is the day we have safeguarded our total Independence in continued liberation with the splitting of the Atom. Comrades our work is not done yet however, our great project shell never be over until all of Africa is free, but for now it's time to celebrate our victory! Long Live Vena!"
-The King of Vena November 15,2024
WEAK HARRIS WAS TO SOFT ON HER FELLOW AFRICANS NOW VENA GOT A NUKE! WHEN I AM PRESIDENT WE WILL INVADE VENA AND PUT THEM BACK IN THEIR PLACE!
-Ron DeSantis November 15,2024
"We will be looking at serious action against the Venan regime. People of Vena you will be free!"
-Kamala Harris November 15,2024
Proud Boys Attempting to Drive His Car Into An Anti War Protest Stop By Man Dressed Like Uncle Sam.
-News2Share November 15,2024
"I am gonna be an honest on the whole Vena thing I feel kinda conflicted. On one side it's a dictatorship, but they did support Black people during the freedom movements in America and across Africa. I guess what I want to say is I want Vena to change, but not to be destroyed in a war."
-Bishop Castle November 15,2024
"Put them back in their place? I don't like the Venan government but they are pretty openly racists, plus didn't they just take back what France stole?"
-Ace Ward November 15,2024
BILLIONAIRE Black Communist Thug Ace Ward Supports Vena Invading France.
-OAN November 15,2024
You know you done fucked up right?
-Ace Ward on OAN comments on him November 15,2024
"There will be no war so long as the dogs of Imperialism won't attack us."
-Premiere Of Vena November 16,2024
Russia and China Condemns "Western aggression on the DPUV"
-CNN November 16,2024
"Remember when no one stood for Blacks in South Africa in the west, Vena was there for us, we must be there for them.".
-Julius Malema November 16,2024
"So the Midwest is on fire and we might start another forever war this time in Africa, usually I would make a joke, but honestly if you want comedy look outside."
-Kelly Hatter (Twitter) November 16,2024
Ace Wards To Buy OAN From The Herring Networks Inc Reportedly To Turn It Into A Black Focused News Program
-MSNBC November 17,2024
"Firestorm Near Chicago Seemingly Disappears Before National Guard Can Reach It.".
-Weather Channel November 17,2024
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HEADLINE! HEADLINE!
So Ace Ward just bought OAN... What should I buy? Marvel or DC?
-Eric Spader, Twitter November 17, 2024
Is there an apparent rise in teenage rebellion and runaway culture? Latest poll say so.
-Rachel Maddow MSNBC November 17, 2024
"After... What feels like well over twenty years on Fox News, having met so many remarkable people... I don't know what else to say, except for, this isn't the end".
-James Mansfield, Fox News November 18, 2024
James Mansfield announces retirement from Fox News. Where to next?
-CNN November 18, 2024
"So like, I wish I could be all like ' Ding-dong, the witch is dead!', but that's obviously not the case, I mean, the way he said 'This isn't the end' was pretty ominous to me"
-Rita Dalí, Twitter November 18, 2024
"Raincoat Man" spotted breaking up robbery outside of Zeta Diner in Queens before flying off.
-WNBC November 18, 2024
"The Bradley Institutes main goal is to bring to the attention of the American people, that its veterans are not getting the proper support they need, at the moment, they come home after years of war, but that not the end of the struggle for most of them, that is where the Institutes main goal comes in; to provide support for both the veterans and families like the Institutes namesake, Bradley Gordon, who leaves behind a wife and son".
-Jim Reeves during an appearance on CNN, November 19, 2024
"Okay, am I the only one who thinks that Jim Reeves guy is pretty hot? I mean, I'd let him invade my cave with his special unit".
-Thirstysoccermom78, Twitter November 19, 2024
"I think he's either gonna make his own news station with blackjack, hookers and the refugees from OAN, or he's gonna do something crazy like run for president next year"
-Rita Dalí, The Stronger, Loving World Podcast November 19, 2024
"American Airlines Flight 668 has been reported missing over Baja California, among the missing passengers is the controversial Hugo Award winner Terence Weaver."
-Anderson Cooper CNN November 20, 2024
Credit to Danthefan28 from alternatehistory.com for guest post
So Ace Ward just bought OAN... What should I buy? Marvel or DC?
-Eric Spader, Twitter November 17, 2024
Is there an apparent rise in teenage rebellion and runaway culture? Latest poll say so.
-Rachel Maddow MSNBC November 17, 2024
"After... What feels like well over twenty years on Fox News, having met so many remarkable people... I don't know what else to say, except for, this isn't the end".
-James Mansfield, Fox News November 18, 2024
James Mansfield announces retirement from Fox News. Where to next?
-CNN November 18, 2024
"So like, I wish I could be all like ' Ding-dong, the witch is dead!', but that's obviously not the case, I mean, the way he said 'This isn't the end' was pretty ominous to me"
-Rita Dalí, Twitter November 18, 2024
"Raincoat Man" spotted breaking up robbery outside of Zeta Diner in Queens before flying off.
-WNBC November 18, 2024
"The Bradley Institutes main goal is to bring to the attention of the American people, that its veterans are not getting the proper support they need, at the moment, they come home after years of war, but that not the end of the struggle for most of them, that is where the Institutes main goal comes in; to provide support for both the veterans and families like the Institutes namesake, Bradley Gordon, who leaves behind a wife and son".
-Jim Reeves during an appearance on CNN, November 19, 2024
"Okay, am I the only one who thinks that Jim Reeves guy is pretty hot? I mean, I'd let him invade my cave with his special unit".
-Thirstysoccermom78, Twitter November 19, 2024
"I think he's either gonna make his own news station with blackjack, hookers and the refugees from OAN, or he's gonna do something crazy like run for president next year"
-Rita Dalí, The Stronger, Loving World Podcast November 19, 2024
"American Airlines Flight 668 has been reported missing over Baja California, among the missing passengers is the controversial Hugo Award winner Terence Weaver."
-Anderson Cooper CNN November 20, 2024
Credit to Danthefan28 from alternatehistory.com for guest post
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Chapter Two
Hannah didn't mean to do it; she wanted her stepdad to stop hurting her and her sister…. She thought she could scare him away. That burning him a little would make him leave her family for good. If she could only put the fear of hellfire that he loved to preach about into him, then he would go away.
She couldn't control it, and it blazed too bright and far too hot until there was nothing lift. She was alone, confused, and scared for days; she did her best to try and control her powers moving from one place to another, but nowhere was safe from her fire. Finally, she found the shiny lights of Chicago. Hungry and desperate, she broke into a local mall, tanking what she needed, everything that she wanted. She was so hungry, and the emptiness inside her burned so much.
"Hey, are you ok." said a voice calling towards her.
Hannah was spooked, and before she knew it, she threw a fireball at him striking the man, but it didn't kill him. He was hurt but shook it off, almost like it was more of an annoyance than a threat.
"What the hell? Wait, are you like-"
"Get away from me," said Hannah, scared of the large figure coming towards her; Hannah's body began to heat up as the fear led to the fire.
"Listen, my name is Bis-Black Power; I'm not gonna hurt you; just listen to me…."
"LEAVE ME ALONE!" said Hannah blasting him with a wave of fire. The moments after that were a blur for Hannah, a mix of flashbacks and running away from this guy. The next thing she knew, she was in a freezing warehouse tucked into a small cot.
"Do not fear; you are safe now, child." said a cold static covered robotic voice from a corner of the room. Hannah turned to see the voice and saw the blue skin woman; her body was more machine than flesh.
"I am Zero.".
Bishop struggled his way up towards his apartment, his body sore and burning for the sting of fireballs thrown at him. He collapsed on his sofa the moment the door closed, falling asleep before his eyes even closed.
The next thing he knew, it was morning, and there was knocking on his door.
"Hey Bishop, it's Kelly."
"I will be there in a minute," said Bishop, pulling off his mask that he slept in, leaving him just dressed in a hoodie and joggers. Kelly Hatter was his neighbor and old high school friend and small-town crush until they both went away to different colleges. Then by sheer luck, they both became apartment neighbors and podcasters years later. Unfortunately, their political views were miles apart, and in 2024, that was a deal-breaker. Bishop and her did keep a semi-distance but solid friendship.
"Hey KeKe," said Bishop, calling her by her old nickname from high school. Katty was stunning brown skin, naturally curly hair done in beautiful long braids, freckles on her face, and a cute nerdy librarian style that fitted her amazingly.
"Bishop, nobody calls me that anymore," she said, smiling at the old memories that names brought up. Bishop was tall, handsome. He looked like a man who should be playing in the NFL, but he was more like the type that would spend their nights playing DND. She should know, after all, Katty used to be one of the best DMs in her town; to be fair, she was the only DM in her town. They would have been a perfect match for each other if only Bishop wasn't a commie, even if he was a principle one, not an SJW type, political opinion other than right tended to be a deal-breaker for her "I
brought your cake mixer back." She said, handing the mixer back to him.
"Thanks, nice baking stream by the way," said Bishop.
"Well, I had to do something to celebrate million subs on-wait. Do you watch my streams?"
"Not the political ones, but I do follow your gaming content mostly."
"I didn't think you liked my stuff, you being Captain Anarchist and all." Kelly joked; Bishop leaned towards libertarian municipalism, but anything left of Regan was all the same in Kelly's eyes.
"I tend to think that gaming crosses political divides," said Bishop.
"In that case, I'm hosting a 40k one shot if you wanna come over tonight," asked Kelly.
Bishop looked at the TV playing footage from the fire at the mall.
"I think I might be busy tonight, Keke," said Bishop as he saw a look of disappointment on Kelly's face. "But I can make it up to you; the mutual aid center nearby is doing plays based on BTAS; if you wanna come to watch it, the local kids put on a hell of a show.".
"I will think about it, but I'm not making any promises." said Keke
Bishop smiled at her "Those are always the best kind of promises.".
———————
Sam watched over the city from his vantage point on top of the city. It was peaceful from over the top of it, but he could already hear the loud footfalls of the fascists. This was something different for him, ever since he got the powers he had mostly stock with protecting protesters or counter-protesting. This was different, this was an act of violent offensive direct action. A part of him wanted to shove his the red, white, and blue boot up their collective asses, yet another part of him was scared not of the sticks and handguns these guys probably had that wouldn't hurt him. What he feared was creating a cycle of violence. At the same time, he knew if he gave these people a space to spew their hate, they would only grow larger.
It didn't matter how they were already coming down the street into the mostly Jewish neighborhood. Samson Haddad sighed as he pulled the mask over his face and put his hat back on. Uncle Sam was gonna be busy tonight.
….
Slaughter stood leaning aside the Oval Office wall as the President glared dagger at him.
"You were supposed to stop him."
"And you were supposed to lower my taxes, consider us even." Cap joked to the President.
"This isn't a damn joke, and you made us look weak-"
"Madam President, if I can be honest, it's your fault if your ass wasn't so damn scared we could have Vena as 51st last year, but no, you wanted to be a damn soft ass with that diplomatic PC bull shit, and now Vena has a damn nuke. Congratulations, you gave fucking Africa a nuke. How long until mudhutstan starts spreading that tech. I am willing to bet that the Ethiopians will want it, especially after what happened in 23. You, madam President, was weak, and now we are knee-deep in the shits.".
"Watch your words-" said the President, but she was interrupted.
"Go fuck yourself, we both you can't o fire me," said Ricky as he walked out the room.
…..
The klansman looked at the figure standing before him in pure fear. It stood just out of the shine of the dim light bulb above the chair he was strapped to.
"Y-y-your that Reaper ghost, aren't you? Why are you doing this to me? We are on the same side."
The figures chuckled, although the way it didn't seem natural and sounded more like something was coughing rather than actually laughing.
"You are wrong on two front there, Bubba. I ain't no Reaper, and I am sure as shit ain't on your side," said the man entered just into the full view of the klansman. His face was burnt half destroyed, warped, and twisted splotches of his skin that weren't burned were covered in pale white skin while other parts were dark brown. His eyes were hollow and lack emotions, and his voice was like a raspy cry in the night. The man was dressed almost like old-fashioned gentleman only that the three-piece suit he wore was covered in patches and holes. "You did get one thing right, the boss; I am a ghost or rather a Revenant." It said as the klansman could make out the shape of a rusty sickle in the man's hand.
……
Maxwell Maxim was part of Atlanta's elite class, although they were far behind the Wards. Then again, only around three people in the world had more money than the Wards.
Maxwell enjoyed a pretty much identical life to each other, but at school, Maxwell was far from being socially accepted. He was new money and weird at that, and his dad had made around 120 million during the mid to late 2010s after his small company was bought by Eric Spader. To the kids at school, a hundred million might as well have been poor, and being new money made it even worth it—all of this on top of Maxwell not being the charming person in the world.
He was far too self-aware about things, never sure about anything he did or said, always double questioning his own actions. He never got bullied though being friends with Ace saved him from suffusing from that. He had been bullied before when he was poor. Maxwell remembered those days well coming home crying in his bed while his dad was staying late at work. Trying to cover up the marks and black eyes the best he could so that he wouldn't have to talk about it with him. Maxwell was thankful that those days were behind him and that he had friends like Ace and his little Scooby gang, but there was always something in between him and the rest of the friends' group. Of course, there is the fact that everyone else in the group had known each other since childhood; there was something else, however. Maxwell had grown up in poverty he knew what that felt like, the rest of the group maybe beside Destiny if only partially knew never anything close to it.
Des's mother was a cop and she spent half her time living with her in the neighborhood that she policed in. It was near the same neighborhood he grew up in. Maxwell always thought that they shared something with that, knowing the truth about the world. Although he thought a lot about Destiny, he would be lying if he said he didn't have a crush on her, but he knew that would never happen. He wasn't Destiny type and Maxwell was cool with that he could respect her boundaries, besides everyone knew her and Ace were destined to be together even if they wouldn't admit to each other everyone already knew for them
She couldn't control it, and it blazed too bright and far too hot until there was nothing lift. She was alone, confused, and scared for days; she did her best to try and control her powers moving from one place to another, but nowhere was safe from her fire. Finally, she found the shiny lights of Chicago. Hungry and desperate, she broke into a local mall, tanking what she needed, everything that she wanted. She was so hungry, and the emptiness inside her burned so much.
"Hey, are you ok." said a voice calling towards her.
Hannah was spooked, and before she knew it, she threw a fireball at him striking the man, but it didn't kill him. He was hurt but shook it off, almost like it was more of an annoyance than a threat.
"What the hell? Wait, are you like-"
"Get away from me," said Hannah, scared of the large figure coming towards her; Hannah's body began to heat up as the fear led to the fire.
"Listen, my name is Bis-Black Power; I'm not gonna hurt you; just listen to me…."
"LEAVE ME ALONE!" said Hannah blasting him with a wave of fire. The moments after that were a blur for Hannah, a mix of flashbacks and running away from this guy. The next thing she knew, she was in a freezing warehouse tucked into a small cot.
"Do not fear; you are safe now, child." said a cold static covered robotic voice from a corner of the room. Hannah turned to see the voice and saw the blue skin woman; her body was more machine than flesh.
"I am Zero.".
Bishop struggled his way up towards his apartment, his body sore and burning for the sting of fireballs thrown at him. He collapsed on his sofa the moment the door closed, falling asleep before his eyes even closed.
The next thing he knew, it was morning, and there was knocking on his door.
"Hey Bishop, it's Kelly."
"I will be there in a minute," said Bishop, pulling off his mask that he slept in, leaving him just dressed in a hoodie and joggers. Kelly Hatter was his neighbor and old high school friend and small-town crush until they both went away to different colleges. Then by sheer luck, they both became apartment neighbors and podcasters years later. Unfortunately, their political views were miles apart, and in 2024, that was a deal-breaker. Bishop and her did keep a semi-distance but solid friendship.
"Hey KeKe," said Bishop, calling her by her old nickname from high school. Katty was stunning brown skin, naturally curly hair done in beautiful long braids, freckles on her face, and a cute nerdy librarian style that fitted her amazingly.
"Bishop, nobody calls me that anymore," she said, smiling at the old memories that names brought up. Bishop was tall, handsome. He looked like a man who should be playing in the NFL, but he was more like the type that would spend their nights playing DND. She should know, after all, Katty used to be one of the best DMs in her town; to be fair, she was the only DM in her town. They would have been a perfect match for each other if only Bishop wasn't a commie, even if he was a principle one, not an SJW type, political opinion other than right tended to be a deal-breaker for her "I
brought your cake mixer back." She said, handing the mixer back to him.
"Thanks, nice baking stream by the way," said Bishop.
"Well, I had to do something to celebrate million subs on-wait. Do you watch my streams?"
"Not the political ones, but I do follow your gaming content mostly."
"I didn't think you liked my stuff, you being Captain Anarchist and all." Kelly joked; Bishop leaned towards libertarian municipalism, but anything left of Regan was all the same in Kelly's eyes.
"I tend to think that gaming crosses political divides," said Bishop.
"In that case, I'm hosting a 40k one shot if you wanna come over tonight," asked Kelly.
Bishop looked at the TV playing footage from the fire at the mall.
"I think I might be busy tonight, Keke," said Bishop as he saw a look of disappointment on Kelly's face. "But I can make it up to you; the mutual aid center nearby is doing plays based on BTAS; if you wanna come to watch it, the local kids put on a hell of a show.".
"I will think about it, but I'm not making any promises." said Keke
Bishop smiled at her "Those are always the best kind of promises.".
———————
Sam watched over the city from his vantage point on top of the city. It was peaceful from over the top of it, but he could already hear the loud footfalls of the fascists. This was something different for him, ever since he got the powers he had mostly stock with protecting protesters or counter-protesting. This was different, this was an act of violent offensive direct action. A part of him wanted to shove his the red, white, and blue boot up their collective asses, yet another part of him was scared not of the sticks and handguns these guys probably had that wouldn't hurt him. What he feared was creating a cycle of violence. At the same time, he knew if he gave these people a space to spew their hate, they would only grow larger.
It didn't matter how they were already coming down the street into the mostly Jewish neighborhood. Samson Haddad sighed as he pulled the mask over his face and put his hat back on. Uncle Sam was gonna be busy tonight.
….
Slaughter stood leaning aside the Oval Office wall as the President glared dagger at him.
"You were supposed to stop him."
"And you were supposed to lower my taxes, consider us even." Cap joked to the President.
"This isn't a damn joke, and you made us look weak-"
"Madam President, if I can be honest, it's your fault if your ass wasn't so damn scared we could have Vena as 51st last year, but no, you wanted to be a damn soft ass with that diplomatic PC bull shit, and now Vena has a damn nuke. Congratulations, you gave fucking Africa a nuke. How long until mudhutstan starts spreading that tech. I am willing to bet that the Ethiopians will want it, especially after what happened in 23. You, madam President, was weak, and now we are knee-deep in the shits.".
"Watch your words-" said the President, but she was interrupted.
"Go fuck yourself, we both you can't o fire me," said Ricky as he walked out the room.
…..
The klansman looked at the figure standing before him in pure fear. It stood just out of the shine of the dim light bulb above the chair he was strapped to.
"Y-y-your that Reaper ghost, aren't you? Why are you doing this to me? We are on the same side."
The figures chuckled, although the way it didn't seem natural and sounded more like something was coughing rather than actually laughing.
"You are wrong on two front there, Bubba. I ain't no Reaper, and I am sure as shit ain't on your side," said the man entered just into the full view of the klansman. His face was burnt half destroyed, warped, and twisted splotches of his skin that weren't burned were covered in pale white skin while other parts were dark brown. His eyes were hollow and lack emotions, and his voice was like a raspy cry in the night. The man was dressed almost like old-fashioned gentleman only that the three-piece suit he wore was covered in patches and holes. "You did get one thing right, the boss; I am a ghost or rather a Revenant." It said as the klansman could make out the shape of a rusty sickle in the man's hand.
……
Maxwell Maxim was part of Atlanta's elite class, although they were far behind the Wards. Then again, only around three people in the world had more money than the Wards.
Maxwell enjoyed a pretty much identical life to each other, but at school, Maxwell was far from being socially accepted. He was new money and weird at that, and his dad had made around 120 million during the mid to late 2010s after his small company was bought by Eric Spader. To the kids at school, a hundred million might as well have been poor, and being new money made it even worth it—all of this on top of Maxwell not being the charming person in the world.
He was far too self-aware about things, never sure about anything he did or said, always double questioning his own actions. He never got bullied though being friends with Ace saved him from suffusing from that. He had been bullied before when he was poor. Maxwell remembered those days well coming home crying in his bed while his dad was staying late at work. Trying to cover up the marks and black eyes the best he could so that he wouldn't have to talk about it with him. Maxwell was thankful that those days were behind him and that he had friends like Ace and his little Scooby gang, but there was always something in between him and the rest of the friends' group. Of course, there is the fact that everyone else in the group had known each other since childhood; there was something else, however. Maxwell had grown up in poverty he knew what that felt like, the rest of the group maybe beside Destiny if only partially knew never anything close to it.
Des's mother was a cop and she spent half her time living with her in the neighborhood that she policed in. It was near the same neighborhood he grew up in. Maxwell always thought that they shared something with that, knowing the truth about the world. Although he thought a lot about Destiny, he would be lying if he said he didn't have a crush on her, but he knew that would never happen. He wasn't Destiny type and Maxwell was cool with that he could respect her boundaries, besides everyone knew her and Ace were destined to be together even if they wouldn't admit to each other everyone already knew for them
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Attack Targeting Venan Opposition Party Headquarters Reportedly Stop By Unknown Number Of The Splinter Paramilitary Group.
-RT November 18, 2024
Leaked Documents Shows Disney Is Concerned About The MCU Becoming "Controsival" And "Expensive" Due To The Current Economic Downtown and Rise In Alleged Vigilantism.
-Buzzfeed November 18, 2024
BLACK POWER VS GIRL ON FIRE!
-YouTube (over a million views within a day.) November 18, 2024
Holy shit this guy might actually be real, pretty cool.
-LukeSkywatcher02 November 18, 2024
WAS BLACK POWER CREATED BY SOROS AND HARRIS? (Link to a infowars article)
-Ron DeSantis (twitter) November 18, 2024
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Welcome to the first ever broadcast of New Moon News, I'm Jacob Trapman here is your mid day national news bulletins.
-New Moon News (previously One America News Network) November 18,2024
"I had already had plans to reenter the news business before I bought OAN. The original New Moon Newspaper that ran between the 1870's and the 1980's was so important to African American history and the history of this country so what greater way to honor that legacy of Black excellence than to bring it back in a modern format. That being said, replacing OAN with a Black owned and operated news channel did give me some personal joy on its own."
-Ace Ward Forbes Interview November 18,2024
"It's not the nukes in Vena we have to worry about. C'mon we all should know by now what coming next will make most modern weapons systems look like civil war era muskets. I'm talking about living weapons that can do the work of dozens if not hundreds of highly trained men. Why send column tanks when you can send in a single man metahuman team to do your dirty work.
I know a lot of my listeners call me crazy when I bring that word up, but c'mon people the proof is right in front of our eyes. Last night we saw what amounted to a dog fight between people, one of which was throwing fireballs at the other. How long do you think until the government follows Vena's example? Metas have all the perks of highly skilled special forces plus more and none of the drawbacks."
-Alan Vince Meta Humans Podcast November 18,2024
"Venan Socialism isn't real socialism its tankie hyper Black Nationalist trash. Let's not forget what they did during the 50's.
-Vaush (Twitter) November 18,2024
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Fuck off shitlib Alkebulanism is beyound based imagining crying over a few colonizers getting the chop.
-CommieHimbo25 November 18,2024
Meet Patriots Against Fascists.
-Vice November 18,2024
"A lot us were originally Republicans some of us were even 3pers types, but after all the shit that been going on in the Republican Party we can't in good faith hold hands with Nazis like the cucks and Rinos in the GOP. We are the true followers of Lincoln and Washington."
-Interview with "Liberty" of PAF Vice News November 18,2024
Yo Uncle Spader I think I might have to follow your advice if Disney drops marvel. #Bythediptogetthedrip.
-Ace Ward (Twitter) November 18,2024
Shootout between 09A members and masked woman and man dressed in a suit in manchester.
-Popular Front (Twitter) November 18,2024
Q&A:The Appalachian Worker Defense Initiative.
-R/SRA
Destiny Masters Tik Toks With Chloe x Halle Are Going Viral.
-Teen Vogue November 18,2024
Ace Ward Is Just The New Soft Face Of American Capitalism.
-Red Fist News (twitter) November 18,2024
Serval Anti Labor Militia Members Found Beaten and Hogtied Near A Police Station In New Orleans.
-CNN November 18,2024
Controversial Mining Site In Montana Disrupted After Sudden Plant Growth Destroys Several Million Dollars Worth Of Equipment.
-New Moon News November 18,2024
Sand Woman Spotted In Palestine After Sand Storm Breaks Up Confrontation Between IDF and Protesters.
-Conflict Atlas November 18,2024
Chicago Fire Department Blames Last Night Fires One "Electrical Fires"
-Local Chicago News November 18,2024
If Ace Ward Buys Marvel? What Could This Mean For The MCU? Reboot? Retcons? DC Crossover?
-Whatculture? Nov18,2024
Massive Bomb Blast Destory Calthoic Majorty Buss In Northern Ireland.
-BBC November 18,2024.
Fucking disgusting unionist filth!
-Patricia O'Reilly (Twitter) November 18,2024
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Massive Riots Breaks Out In Northern Ireland After Bust Bombing Belived To Have Killed 16 People.
-CNN November 18,2024
Molotovs & Rocks Fills The Street Of Belfast As Unionist & Republican Youth Clash With Each Other
-RT November 18,2024
Massive Lighting Storm Over Derry
-Weather channel November 18,2024
"Can you guys hear that it sounds like thunder? Maybe it's a bomb wait do you guys see that girl over there what is she-"
-Blurry video showing effects of what appears to be a large sound blast unknown woman can be seen in the distance (YouTube) November 18,2024.
"Hello this is Asa Sean, and if you are just joining us, we have breaking news of both massive lighting storms and reported retaliatory bombings in Derry after a bus filled with predominately Catholics were bombed by a yet unkown but suscpeter loyalist group killing upwards of 25 people.
-Asa Sean New Moon News November 18,2024
Riots And Protests Continues Across Northern Ireland After Bombing Of Bus.
-RT November 18,2024
"Prime Minister Condemns Violence In Ulster On Both Sides"
-The Sun November 18,2024
"Political Gang Violence In America Spark Fear Of Its Own Troubles"
-CGTC November 18,2024
Patriot Front March Broken Up By Members Of The PAF.
-Unicorn Riot November 18,2024
"Lighting Woman" Attacking Loyalists After They Attempt To Enter Nationalist Neighborhood,
-Reddit November 18,2024
Bank Robbery In Chicago Leaves Over A Dozen With Forest Bite and One Cop Dead Due To Burn Wounds. Police Belive Left Wing Terror Group or Black Power Thug Are Responsible.
-News Max November 19,2024
Pope Francis Calls For Peace In Northern Ireland
-DW News November 19,2024
Israeli Settlement Completely Destroyed In Sandstorm
-Al Jazeera November 19,2024
"I'm not saying it's the Iranians that are behind the attacks in Israel or this sand woman, but let's just say hypothetically…".
-Ben Shapiro November 19,2024
Anti evacuation protest in Gary Indiana goes violent as protesters beat back cops after the deployment of riot police.
-CNN November 19,2024
"Leaked footage of Chicago Bank Robbery shows two women one with bluish skin and another woman who appears to be on fire robbing the Bank. The police so far are alleging the video is a deep fake.".
-Hebert Tom New Moon News November 19,2024
Is Dolly Penny Anne The New Face Of Teen Makeup?
-Teenpeople November 19,2024
Armed Antifa Threatens To Kill Police Officer In Gary No Zones
-NewMax November 19,2024
Moms For Liberty Headquarter In Atlanta Bombed
-CNN November 19,2024
Oh no somebody sprayed the Karen Beehive lol
-BadedMaoMan24 (Twitter) November 19,2024
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Five Killed In Atlanta Mom Bombing
-Fox News November 19,2024
The right latest new conspiracy? Communist Venan Superheroes are invading America.
-Right wing watch November 19,2024
How do we even know if it was an bombing? It looked like a gas leak to me.
-DogMammaBlue2016 November 19,2024
BLACK POWER SOROS AGENT?
-Ron DeSantis Rewteet of YouTube video (Twitter) November 19,2024
"I'm not a conspiracy nut or anything, but it is obvious that crime isn't just crime anymore. There is a clear difference between some thugs shooting up a block or robbing a liquor store and people getting frozen at a bank. Do I believe there is such a thing as meta-humans? I don't know but what I do know is that under Trump these things weren't happening."
-Kelly Hatter Crime and Punishment pod November 18,2024
"I can't believe I have to actually say this, but despite what a certain sour loser may say there is no such thing as superheroes".
-WH press Secretary Haily Patel November 18,2024
"I do believe the Reaper is real, but I don't believe he is some ghost or some super powered freak. He is just a symptom of a decaying country. It all started when we gave the green light to vigilantes after Rittenhouse and now they are just playing dress up while their allies in law enforcement set back and let them. The Reaper, like the system he represents, is a menace to society who need to be brought to justice."
-Beverly Mashale The Free People Voice podcast November 18,2024
"My name is James Peterman. I am an ex USMC Combat Veteran. During my time overseas I was blinded due to an accident with chemicals. After returning home I tried doing my best, but my landlord kept raising the rent. I'm an honest man, but there is only so much I can do. By now many people have heard about the protest over my eviction. I just wanted to say this about the current situation: we are low on food and water. A lot of the people here are getting death threats online. There are a lot of rumors going around that this is some kinda communist scene, but the people who came to my aid were common working class Americans. We are now reaching out for other Americans to help us in our times of need.".
-James Peterson IG Live November 19,2024
I'm not gonna lie here, it's kinda weird I got fan accounts. I'm just some kid with a lot of money, apparently that is enough for people to write fancams about me.
-Ace Ward (twitter) November 19,2024
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So humble that's why you're the man Ace! #ACEFAMILY #TEAMWARD
AceXDestinystan89 (twitter) November 19,2024
Black Power Interrupt Shootout At O Block
-dj akademiks(twitter) November 20, 2024
Two Killed By Drone Bomb outside of a police station in Derry.
- BBC November 20, 2024
Video of heavy fighting between EZLN and Cartel Groups.
-Popular Front November 20, 2024
Genetic Editing Have Successfully Created Mules Who Are Able To Have Children.
-The New York Times November 20, 2024
How Washington DC Is PreparingTo Prevent Another January 6.
-CNN November 20, 2024
Over 2,100 have died in the last month heavy fighting between EZLN and Cartels along with pro federal paramilitary.
-Socialist Worker Daily November 20, 2024
Paul Miller AKA As Gypsy Crusader Has Escape From Prison.
-Right Wing Watch November 20, 2024
Apartment Explosion Rocks Downtown Shanghai Communist Government Claims It Was A "Controlled Demolition".
-NewMax November 20, 2024
Entire Logging Site Found Destroyed in Washington State. Radical Eco leftists terrorists suspected possible connection with Black Power.
-Info Wars November 20, 2024
Jim Reeves Spotted At Gary Eviction Protest
-NewMoonNews November 20, 2024
Gas Riots Grips Saint Petersburg
-MSNBC November 20, 2024
I think it time to talk about free universal housing for people especially those who has served this country should not go without a home if that means people like Ace Ward can't afford a 250 million dollar submarine then so be it.
-Bishop Castle (Twitter) November 20, 2024
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Fuck off you aren't entitled to other people money if people want a house they should rise and grind like the rest of us.
-NFT_DogeMaster2589 (Twitter)November 20, 2024
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Dude please for the love of God stop defending me, I actually agree with Bishop. In Fact @Bishop_Castle92 checks your DM's.
Ace Ward (Twitter) November 20, 2024
We must make sure that not another one of the great men and women who served this country go another night without a place to sleep. This is why we are asking for everyone who can to show their support for Mr.Peterson."
-Jim Reeves November 20, 2024
Proud Boys March In Portlands Ends With One Counter Protester Injured In A Stabbing and One Marcher In A Comma From A Car Ramming
-RT November 20, 2024
"This is it girl this is war this is what we all been waiting for, water rises it's a flaunted storm as the lighting strike the marcher roars"
-Dandy Girl "past the eve of destruction" November 20, 2024
2025 is gonna be a movie… Movies?
Destiny Masters (twitter) November 20, 2024
-RT November 18, 2024
Leaked Documents Shows Disney Is Concerned About The MCU Becoming "Controsival" And "Expensive" Due To The Current Economic Downtown and Rise In Alleged Vigilantism.
-Buzzfeed November 18, 2024
BLACK POWER VS GIRL ON FIRE!
-YouTube (over a million views within a day.) November 18, 2024
Holy shit this guy might actually be real, pretty cool.
-LukeSkywatcher02 November 18, 2024
WAS BLACK POWER CREATED BY SOROS AND HARRIS? (Link to a infowars article)
-Ron DeSantis (twitter) November 18, 2024
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Welcome to the first ever broadcast of New Moon News, I'm Jacob Trapman here is your mid day national news bulletins.
-New Moon News (previously One America News Network) November 18,2024
"I had already had plans to reenter the news business before I bought OAN. The original New Moon Newspaper that ran between the 1870's and the 1980's was so important to African American history and the history of this country so what greater way to honor that legacy of Black excellence than to bring it back in a modern format. That being said, replacing OAN with a Black owned and operated news channel did give me some personal joy on its own."
-Ace Ward Forbes Interview November 18,2024
"It's not the nukes in Vena we have to worry about. C'mon we all should know by now what coming next will make most modern weapons systems look like civil war era muskets. I'm talking about living weapons that can do the work of dozens if not hundreds of highly trained men. Why send column tanks when you can send in a single man metahuman team to do your dirty work.
I know a lot of my listeners call me crazy when I bring that word up, but c'mon people the proof is right in front of our eyes. Last night we saw what amounted to a dog fight between people, one of which was throwing fireballs at the other. How long do you think until the government follows Vena's example? Metas have all the perks of highly skilled special forces plus more and none of the drawbacks."
-Alan Vince Meta Humans Podcast November 18,2024
"Venan Socialism isn't real socialism its tankie hyper Black Nationalist trash. Let's not forget what they did during the 50's.
-Vaush (Twitter) November 18,2024
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Fuck off shitlib Alkebulanism is beyound based imagining crying over a few colonizers getting the chop.
-CommieHimbo25 November 18,2024
Meet Patriots Against Fascists.
-Vice November 18,2024
"A lot us were originally Republicans some of us were even 3pers types, but after all the shit that been going on in the Republican Party we can't in good faith hold hands with Nazis like the cucks and Rinos in the GOP. We are the true followers of Lincoln and Washington."
-Interview with "Liberty" of PAF Vice News November 18,2024
Yo Uncle Spader I think I might have to follow your advice if Disney drops marvel. #Bythediptogetthedrip.
-Ace Ward (Twitter) November 18,2024
Shootout between 09A members and masked woman and man dressed in a suit in manchester.
-Popular Front (Twitter) November 18,2024
Q&A:The Appalachian Worker Defense Initiative.
-R/SRA
Destiny Masters Tik Toks With Chloe x Halle Are Going Viral.
-Teen Vogue November 18,2024
Ace Ward Is Just The New Soft Face Of American Capitalism.
-Red Fist News (twitter) November 18,2024
Serval Anti Labor Militia Members Found Beaten and Hogtied Near A Police Station In New Orleans.
-CNN November 18,2024
Controversial Mining Site In Montana Disrupted After Sudden Plant Growth Destroys Several Million Dollars Worth Of Equipment.
-New Moon News November 18,2024
Sand Woman Spotted In Palestine After Sand Storm Breaks Up Confrontation Between IDF and Protesters.
-Conflict Atlas November 18,2024
Chicago Fire Department Blames Last Night Fires One "Electrical Fires"
-Local Chicago News November 18,2024
If Ace Ward Buys Marvel? What Could This Mean For The MCU? Reboot? Retcons? DC Crossover?
-Whatculture? Nov18,2024
Massive Bomb Blast Destory Calthoic Majorty Buss In Northern Ireland.
-BBC November 18,2024.
Fucking disgusting unionist filth!
-Patricia O'Reilly (Twitter) November 18,2024
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Massive Riots Breaks Out In Northern Ireland After Bust Bombing Belived To Have Killed 16 People.
-CNN November 18,2024
Molotovs & Rocks Fills The Street Of Belfast As Unionist & Republican Youth Clash With Each Other
-RT November 18,2024
Massive Lighting Storm Over Derry
-Weather channel November 18,2024
"Can you guys hear that it sounds like thunder? Maybe it's a bomb wait do you guys see that girl over there what is she-"
-Blurry video showing effects of what appears to be a large sound blast unknown woman can be seen in the distance (YouTube) November 18,2024.
"Hello this is Asa Sean, and if you are just joining us, we have breaking news of both massive lighting storms and reported retaliatory bombings in Derry after a bus filled with predominately Catholics were bombed by a yet unkown but suscpeter loyalist group killing upwards of 25 people.
-Asa Sean New Moon News November 18,2024
Riots And Protests Continues Across Northern Ireland After Bombing Of Bus.
-RT November 18,2024
"Prime Minister Condemns Violence In Ulster On Both Sides"
-The Sun November 18,2024
"Political Gang Violence In America Spark Fear Of Its Own Troubles"
-CGTC November 18,2024
Patriot Front March Broken Up By Members Of The PAF.
-Unicorn Riot November 18,2024
"Lighting Woman" Attacking Loyalists After They Attempt To Enter Nationalist Neighborhood,
-Reddit November 18,2024
Bank Robbery In Chicago Leaves Over A Dozen With Forest Bite and One Cop Dead Due To Burn Wounds. Police Belive Left Wing Terror Group or Black Power Thug Are Responsible.
-News Max November 19,2024
Pope Francis Calls For Peace In Northern Ireland
-DW News November 19,2024
Israeli Settlement Completely Destroyed In Sandstorm
-Al Jazeera November 19,2024
"I'm not saying it's the Iranians that are behind the attacks in Israel or this sand woman, but let's just say hypothetically…".
-Ben Shapiro November 19,2024
Anti evacuation protest in Gary Indiana goes violent as protesters beat back cops after the deployment of riot police.
-CNN November 19,2024
"Leaked footage of Chicago Bank Robbery shows two women one with bluish skin and another woman who appears to be on fire robbing the Bank. The police so far are alleging the video is a deep fake.".
-Hebert Tom New Moon News November 19,2024
Is Dolly Penny Anne The New Face Of Teen Makeup?
-Teenpeople November 19,2024
Armed Antifa Threatens To Kill Police Officer In Gary No Zones
-NewMax November 19,2024
Moms For Liberty Headquarter In Atlanta Bombed
-CNN November 19,2024
Oh no somebody sprayed the Karen Beehive lol
-BadedMaoMan24 (Twitter) November 19,2024
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Five Killed In Atlanta Mom Bombing
-Fox News November 19,2024
The right latest new conspiracy? Communist Venan Superheroes are invading America.
-Right wing watch November 19,2024
How do we even know if it was an bombing? It looked like a gas leak to me.
-DogMammaBlue2016 November 19,2024
BLACK POWER SOROS AGENT?
-Ron DeSantis Rewteet of YouTube video (Twitter) November 19,2024
"I'm not a conspiracy nut or anything, but it is obvious that crime isn't just crime anymore. There is a clear difference between some thugs shooting up a block or robbing a liquor store and people getting frozen at a bank. Do I believe there is such a thing as meta-humans? I don't know but what I do know is that under Trump these things weren't happening."
-Kelly Hatter Crime and Punishment pod November 18,2024
"I can't believe I have to actually say this, but despite what a certain sour loser may say there is no such thing as superheroes".
-WH press Secretary Haily Patel November 18,2024
"I do believe the Reaper is real, but I don't believe he is some ghost or some super powered freak. He is just a symptom of a decaying country. It all started when we gave the green light to vigilantes after Rittenhouse and now they are just playing dress up while their allies in law enforcement set back and let them. The Reaper, like the system he represents, is a menace to society who need to be brought to justice."
-Beverly Mashale The Free People Voice podcast November 18,2024
"My name is James Peterman. I am an ex USMC Combat Veteran. During my time overseas I was blinded due to an accident with chemicals. After returning home I tried doing my best, but my landlord kept raising the rent. I'm an honest man, but there is only so much I can do. By now many people have heard about the protest over my eviction. I just wanted to say this about the current situation: we are low on food and water. A lot of the people here are getting death threats online. There are a lot of rumors going around that this is some kinda communist scene, but the people who came to my aid were common working class Americans. We are now reaching out for other Americans to help us in our times of need.".
-James Peterson IG Live November 19,2024
I'm not gonna lie here, it's kinda weird I got fan accounts. I'm just some kid with a lot of money, apparently that is enough for people to write fancams about me.
-Ace Ward (twitter) November 19,2024
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So humble that's why you're the man Ace! #ACEFAMILY #TEAMWARD
AceXDestinystan89 (twitter) November 19,2024
Black Power Interrupt Shootout At O Block
-dj akademiks(twitter) November 20, 2024
Two Killed By Drone Bomb outside of a police station in Derry.
- BBC November 20, 2024
Video of heavy fighting between EZLN and Cartel Groups.
-Popular Front November 20, 2024
Genetic Editing Have Successfully Created Mules Who Are Able To Have Children.
-The New York Times November 20, 2024
How Washington DC Is PreparingTo Prevent Another January 6.
-CNN November 20, 2024
Over 2,100 have died in the last month heavy fighting between EZLN and Cartels along with pro federal paramilitary.
-Socialist Worker Daily November 20, 2024
Paul Miller AKA As Gypsy Crusader Has Escape From Prison.
-Right Wing Watch November 20, 2024
Apartment Explosion Rocks Downtown Shanghai Communist Government Claims It Was A "Controlled Demolition".
-NewMax November 20, 2024
Entire Logging Site Found Destroyed in Washington State. Radical Eco leftists terrorists suspected possible connection with Black Power.
-Info Wars November 20, 2024
Jim Reeves Spotted At Gary Eviction Protest
-NewMoonNews November 20, 2024
Gas Riots Grips Saint Petersburg
-MSNBC November 20, 2024
I think it time to talk about free universal housing for people especially those who has served this country should not go without a home if that means people like Ace Ward can't afford a 250 million dollar submarine then so be it.
-Bishop Castle (Twitter) November 20, 2024
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Fuck off you aren't entitled to other people money if people want a house they should rise and grind like the rest of us.
-NFT_DogeMaster2589 (Twitter)November 20, 2024
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Dude please for the love of God stop defending me, I actually agree with Bishop. In Fact @Bishop_Castle92 checks your DM's.
Ace Ward (Twitter) November 20, 2024
We must make sure that not another one of the great men and women who served this country go another night without a place to sleep. This is why we are asking for everyone who can to show their support for Mr.Peterson."
-Jim Reeves November 20, 2024
Proud Boys March In Portlands Ends With One Counter Protester Injured In A Stabbing and One Marcher In A Comma From A Car Ramming
-RT November 20, 2024
"This is it girl this is war this is what we all been waiting for, water rises it's a flaunted storm as the lighting strike the marcher roars"
-Dandy Girl "past the eve of destruction" November 20, 2024
2025 is gonna be a movie… Movies?
Destiny Masters (twitter) November 20, 2024
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MISSING PERSONS
MISSING PERSONS OF THE UNITED STATES OF AMERICA - Disappearances from November 10th, to 20th, if you spot any of these individuals, please call as soon as possible.
Ophelia Blanchett, age 17 - Naperville, Illinois - Description: Has extremely pale skin and pale hair, is notably blind and speaks with an untraceable accent, is not expected to go far...
Dexter Ortega, age 17 - Chicago, Illinois - Description: Mixed raced? Hispanic most likely, has escaped almost every foster home he had been moved into, appears to be a con-man.
Lola Kennedy, age 11 - Salem, Oregon - Description: Dark hair and blue eyes, nonverbal for the most part, her whereabouts constantly changing, meaning that she's possibly mobile.
Xavier Chan, age 16 - Santa Monica, California - Description: Mixed raced, asian and American, of a heavy build, often seen wearing glasses, an apparent runaway by the looks of it.
Bree Ellis, age 16 - Santa Monica, California - Description: Brunette with glasses, a friend of Xavier Chan. Apparently aggravated easily, isn't considered to be in a stable state of mind.
Rick Banks, age 16 - Atlanta, Georgia - Description: African American, believed to have been affiliated with a smalltime street gang and is wanted for questioning for a chemical fire...
News headlines:
Search continues for American Airlines Flight 668 as wreckage appears to be discovered, no signs of survivors yet, meanwhile analysts are still trying to determine what happened.
-CNN, November 21, 2024
"What happened yesterday in Portland was fucked up, and cannot, must not happen again. Period"
-Rita Dalí, Twitter, November 21, 2024
Missing Child spotted in Las Vegas! Reports are coming in that Lola Kennedy has been spotted in or around the area of the Excalibur Hotel & Casino and the Tropicana.
-Las Vegas local news, November 21, 2024
"Raincoat Man" or "Zeta-Man"? Which name has a better ring to it?
-ABC News, November 21, 2024
"#Raincoat-Man and #Zeta-Man are both trending on Twitter following another appearance by the mysterious New York City vigilante, the cities apparent answer to Black Power"
-WNBC, November 21, 2024
Gang War in Las Vegas? Reports of superhuman activity in and around the city.
-FOX NEWS, November 21, 2024
"Who or what is 'Tempest'? Now that's been a name that's been bouncing around all over the streets of Las Vegas, you know what I'm saying? Like its honestly pretty crazy man"
-Crime Watchman Las Vegas, Youtube, November 21, 2024
"We've just heard some unconfirmed reports that not only has the plane been found, but that there appears to be at least one survivor... More reports on this are sure to come"
-CNN, November 21, 2024
Ophelia Blanchett, age 17 - Naperville, Illinois - Description: Has extremely pale skin and pale hair, is notably blind and speaks with an untraceable accent, is not expected to go far...
Dexter Ortega, age 17 - Chicago, Illinois - Description: Mixed raced? Hispanic most likely, has escaped almost every foster home he had been moved into, appears to be a con-man.
Lola Kennedy, age 11 - Salem, Oregon - Description: Dark hair and blue eyes, nonverbal for the most part, her whereabouts constantly changing, meaning that she's possibly mobile.
Xavier Chan, age 16 - Santa Monica, California - Description: Mixed raced, asian and American, of a heavy build, often seen wearing glasses, an apparent runaway by the looks of it.
Bree Ellis, age 16 - Santa Monica, California - Description: Brunette with glasses, a friend of Xavier Chan. Apparently aggravated easily, isn't considered to be in a stable state of mind.
Rick Banks, age 16 - Atlanta, Georgia - Description: African American, believed to have been affiliated with a smalltime street gang and is wanted for questioning for a chemical fire...
News headlines:
Search continues for American Airlines Flight 668 as wreckage appears to be discovered, no signs of survivors yet, meanwhile analysts are still trying to determine what happened.
-CNN, November 21, 2024
"What happened yesterday in Portland was fucked up, and cannot, must not happen again. Period"
-Rita Dalí, Twitter, November 21, 2024
Missing Child spotted in Las Vegas! Reports are coming in that Lola Kennedy has been spotted in or around the area of the Excalibur Hotel & Casino and the Tropicana.
-Las Vegas local news, November 21, 2024
"Raincoat Man" or "Zeta-Man"? Which name has a better ring to it?
-ABC News, November 21, 2024
"#Raincoat-Man and #Zeta-Man are both trending on Twitter following another appearance by the mysterious New York City vigilante, the cities apparent answer to Black Power"
-WNBC, November 21, 2024
Gang War in Las Vegas? Reports of superhuman activity in and around the city.
-FOX NEWS, November 21, 2024
"Who or what is 'Tempest'? Now that's been a name that's been bouncing around all over the streets of Las Vegas, you know what I'm saying? Like its honestly pretty crazy man"
-Crime Watchman Las Vegas, Youtube, November 21, 2024
"We've just heard some unconfirmed reports that not only has the plane been found, but that there appears to be at least one survivor... More reports on this are sure to come"
-CNN, November 21, 2024
Chapter 3: Based and Batman Pilled
Jumping off a skyscraper never got old to Ace. As he fell from the top of the building, the wind rushing past him let out a scream of "YEAAAAH!" before the glider flew under him, letting him land on it and take off into the night sky.
This was the favorite part of his new "hobby"; flying about the city gave him a better perspective tactically and of the city itself. It kept him balanced, able to see that from above, the light still outweighed the darkness, that his war was still winnable. Ace's smile grew larger as his glider flew around the building and high into the night sky. If he were a normal person, he would have probably gotten cold zipping around so far up, but his suit and his power kept him warm.
Suddenly Ace picked up something from within the police scanner listener inside his mask. There was a robbery at the local gas station where the cashier had been killed.
Suspects are fleeing on foot near a construction by advise they are two white males mid-twenties bald heads black pants white t-shirts.
The radio chatter mashed with static before it switched to Xander's voice.
"Yo Ace, those sound like skinheads, I just checked, and there were some local reports of them attacking local people in that area."
"Got it," said Ace as he changed his course towards the nearby construction site.
"Hey Xander, did you finish Mr. Smith's math essay?"
"Are you seriously asking about homework right now?" asked Xander.
"Yeah, why?"
"Because you are superheroing?" said Xander
"Yeah, but I haven't finished my essay, and I was wondering if I could look over yours for help. Who the hell gives an essay over math anyway?"
"Well, it is supposed to help with pulling up people's grades for this semester. I would rather have an essay over math than an actual math final," said Xander.
"Truer words have never been spoken," said Ace as he found himself above the Construction site.
Inside the half-completed building, the three criminals panicked as they stumbled their way through the building, hoping to find a way out of it without being caught by the cops.
"Guys, I think I hear something." said one of them as they all paused mid-step to hear a low humming above them.
"Shit, you think they have a chopper above us?" asked another as it suddenly went quiet.
"Hey, why did it go-" one of the three said before he was suddenly grabbed by someone or something and pulled through a brick wall screaming.
"Fuck that!" the two remaining criminals yelled at once as they unloaded their handguns in the direction of whatever had taken their friend, but to their utter horror from the smoke of their pistols came a figure unharmed by the bullets.
"Normally, I tend to look over punks like you and let the cops deal with this shiit," it said as the figure kept moving forward. One of the men reloaded his pistol and kept shooting at the slowly advancing figure. "But you took a life today, and for that, well, it's not gonna end so pleasantly." The figure said as it kept walking towards them.
"DIE FUCKING DIE DIE!" yelled one of the two thugs as they emptied their guns at the monster before something flew into them, bonding them two together. A moment later, a jolt of pain ran through their bodies, and the next they knew, they were handcuffed in a cell.
The next morning Ace woke up late; it was nearly midday; at first, he could feel his heart drop to his knees before he realized he had already turned in his work the night before online after he got home from "work."
"Thank God for Turnitin," said Ace. Ever since the December after the first wave of lockdowns back when he was in middle school, the school system had pretty much been lax when it came to attendance, putting much of the work online. By the time he got to high school, most people only showed up for the first few weeks of the semester; the rest of the time, the school was a ghost town. The whole newer lax system resulted from an unspoken compromise between the anti-vax and pro-science parents. It allowed the parents to pull their kids out to do their school work online anytime there was a covid spike without that much paperwork.
That, of course, meant cheating was far more common, but honestly, at Ace's school, cheating didn't mean much for the most part in Ward-Douglass High if you're parents could afford to send you there or if you got in due to your brains school was just a stepping stone, little more than coming of age tradition into success. This was extra true for Ace; after all, half the school was named after his family, there was no way, even if he was an idiot, that the school would even think about failing him. Yet for him, school was more than a stepping stone; it was a hell of a good cover; who would expect the high school party boy to go around dressed as a ghost kicking ass in his spare time.
Ace finally pulled himself out of bed; as he did, his body was struck by how hungry he was; that was one of the many side effects of serum. He could hear Destiny's dad's voice in his head again from that night. It was more like bright splashes of pain and memories than a tangible thing.
We don't know what the side effects could be; the cases with the rats were all over the place, from eye sensitivity to extreme aggression.
Screw the side effects, Dad; if we don't do this, Ace will die
Ace made himself a cup of coffee and some nachos from the comfort of his built-in kitchen within his bedroom. He had this room redesigned for his birthday a few years back. The idea came from Xander to have a room where it felt like its own home. So that is what Ace did; he designed an open wall concept home within a bedroom. It had everything a teen could want: a rec area, a man cave complete with a "mini" arcade, a master kitchen, living room, even a hot tub. It was filled with other things, music equipment ready to be played, a library of books and board games stacked neatly together on bookshelves, four large Trophy cases housing the monuments to his martial arts training stood nearby the shelves.
Moving out of to a hallway, Ace took the elevator down into the main lobby of his home as Ace reached the lobby before the door had the chance to open. The young billionaire caught a smell of a scent he recognized.
Destiny sat drinking from 1700's glassware while laying covered up in a blanket on one of the room's many sofas scrolling through her phone. The sofa she had chosen was the nearest to the grand fireplace of the mansion, which was kindling with a small yet warm flame. Above the fireplace was almost a movie theater size television.
"What?" she asked, taking another sip from the priceless teacup before going back to scrolling through tik tok.
"What? What the hell are you doing drinking tea with those antiques? They are worth a fortune!"
Destiny raised an eyebrow. "Tea? I'm not drinking tea; this is tequila.".
"The hell your off-brand Zendaya ass doing using my good cups for drinking tequila!"
"First off, I'm the baddest bitch in the land, so if anything, Zendaya is an off-brand me. Second I'm drinking out these mini glasses because I'm a princess, and princesses are fucking fancy."
"Not drinking Montezuma," mumbled Ace as he sat next to her eating his nachos.
"Are you eating nachos for breakfast?" Destiny said, looking over at his plate as she let Ace get under the blanket with her.
"Says the woman drinking at midday."
"Not Ace Ward becoming anti-alcohol all of a sudden." She joked, flipping on tv to the news.
"Kind of a side effect of not being able to get drunk anymore."
"If you are joining us at the top of the hour, we have news coming from Atlanta serval men connected to a string of paramilitary and criminal activities which are suspected members to the Neo Nazi group Temple of Blood were found badly beaten after fleeing a scene of a robbery. One of the men is in critical condition, and the others are in police custody for questioning. This marks one of the many mysterious acts in a trend of alleged vigilantism that has been sweeping the nation."
"So, what are you reading?" Ace asked.
"Fanfic about us?" She said,
"Is it a self-inserted 5th wheel friendship with the writer being a Mary Sue, or an Ace X Reader or a weird slash fic of Xander and me?"
"Yes.".
"How many words is it?" asked Ace
"75k and still being updated."
"Yeah, go ahead and send me the link," said Ace. "Anway, where the hell is Xander?"
"Attempting to break things off with Amy."
"By himself, brave man." joked Destiny
"Nah, he brought Maxwell with him for backup."
"I don't see how much that will help him; you remember the Velma saga." She giggled,
"How could I forget, she threw poor Max out a second-story window."
"So what's the plan for today?" asked Destiny
"Little of construction, a little bit of sparring, and a whole lot of nachos.".
Meanwhile, Maxwell and Xander were dodging stuff being thrown at them by Amy as they rushed off towards Maxwell, still running Volvo.
"SCREW YOU! XANDER, YOU LYING SON OF A WHORE!" yelled Amy, throwing gifts Xander had given her throughout their relationship.
"You sure do know how to pick them, don't you, Xander!" yelled Maxwell as they ran into his car before driving off.
"Don't blame me, blame Ace; he was the one who hooked me up with her in the first place."
"It's your fault for taking any advice about dating from Ace Ward." joked Maxwell as they drove into town.
"Wait, I thought we were heading back to home base?" asked Maxwell. The name home base was a pretty popular nickname for Ace's home. Seeing how it was a massive mansion that almost functioned as a resort for the school. It was far enough out the way to not have noise complaints, and there was no adult supervision to top it all off; the drink flowed like a waterfall there during parties that could sometime in summer go on for almost a week straight. It was an open secret that Ace's home was the crash pad for the young, rich, and famous of the city.
The home had gathered many names of the years, The Palace, The Castle Of The South, and most curiously to the name"The Keep." Most people outside of Ace's close family, which were all dead or too distant to care, didn't know why it was called that. Most people assumed that the name came from the design of the main building and grounds. After all, with its opposing command of the hill on which its foundation overlooks the walls that surrounded the rest of the estate, it would be reasonable enough to assume its name was derived from those factors alone.
The mansion was built after the first family manor was burnt down soon after the fall of the south by ex-confederates; the new estate was designed to be a fortress to protect the family on many occasions, most notably the Atlanta riots, where it was put under siege by racists forces before they were beaten back by an army of hired Pinkertons and the newly formed Ward Security Group. Yet the home's design wasn't why it was named the Keep; the real reason laid under its foundations. Ace's great grandfather had worked on the atomic bomb project, and his grandmother was scarred for life after seeing these reports of men becoming shadows on walls.
Thus Tiana Ward started project Moses, an unfinished series of public and private interconnected bunker systems for Atlanta. The project's ultimate goal was to create what would be in function an "under city" for Atlanta. After the Cuban missile crisis, the government was in talks with his family company to expand the project to other cities. However, it fell apart during the late '70s after the death of Ace's grandmother. Now the systems of bunkers sat abandoned beside the one being used by the "Scooby gang," a nickname Ace gave to himself, Xander, and Destiny.
"Nah, man, we're gonna head to Shark Tank tonight," said Xander.
"Wait, wait, the Tank? Do you think that's a good idea?"
"Yeah, why not," said Xander.
"Well, you know, with all that para beef and the Mob."
"Wait, you believe in that New Black Mafia bs?" said Xander. However, his investigation into the local gangs was started to make him question his belief in the idea.
"How do you explain the drop in shooting? It seems like someone is making them put down the guns," said Maxwell.
Xander laughed, "Maybe they are scared of the Reaper."
"Cap, but not for real, the only thing I can see is making those guys stop beefing is a lot of easy money," said Maxwell
"Now you sound one of the conspiracy nuts c'mon just relax, man; it isn't like we have to go to school tomorrow anyway," said Xander
"In this city, chilling out isn't an option for people like us."
…
Ace was finishing vacuuming the carpet in the gym of the main Ward bunker. At the same time, Destiny was testing out some of his new gadgets nearby. The group of three teenagers had been conducting a massive renovation of the cold world era bunker, turning into a modern open concept hybrid between a computer lab, armory, and gym. Destiny, along with Xander, had drawn up the plans for the renovations in a computer program to which Ace only made a few edits to make things more realistic, but even so, the renovation would still take a long while to do by themselves, and there were months of not over a year away from being anywhere close to done.
"I don't understand what is with these near gas pallets? Don't we all ready have smoke bombs?" asked Destiny.
"There isn't smoke; there are gas bombs," said Ace turning off the vacuum and walking over to her.
"Yeah, that totally not the same as smoke," Destiny said sarcastically.
"They aren't; the gas in those bombs is a unique form of tear gas laced with LSD. I got the idea from the Maxwell science paper he did a few months ago about realistic fear toxins from Batman. I had to tweak a few things making the gas last harmful, but these babies will wonder if I ever need to do crowd control."
"Of course they are," said Destiny, putting it back into the case before looking towards a separate case nearby housing the suit. The case around the suit was glass with gold trimming in the shape of an upright sarcophagus. It stood out compared to the rest of the modern bunker as its style was almost victorian in a way.
"You know there is always rooms from one more out there," said Ace gazing at the armored suit absently, thinking about new improvements he could do it.
"Did you forget that you are the only out here with superpowers"
"True, but you are the better fighter," said Ace
"I'm not gonna be your sidekick, Ace."
"I never said anything like that, besides having you dress up in bright red tights might kinda impede the whole creature of the night aesthetic I got going on; I don't want you to be my sidekick; I'm just saying, we would make a great team. If anything, with how fast you are, I would be the one having to play catch up.".
"The answer is no, Ace. Have you read a comic book? The female partners always die, and I'm not trying to get killing joked." Destiny said stubbornly.
"You know she doesn't die in that right."
"The point still stands."
"So, how's your mother?" asked Ace, changing the subject as he turned his attention to the weapons case.
"I don't know, and I haven't spoken to her in a couple of days; I been spending a lot of time with my dad to avoid the drama with her and my sister. Besides, I don't think she really wants me there right now."
"Des, don't say that. I'm sure your mother wants you around."
"Not as long as I am around you and the rest of the Scooby gang, she thinks y'all are bad influences on me.". said, Destiny.
"How? Miss Monroe loves me."
"She thinks you and Xander are privileged womanizing rich party brats who were born with a silver spoon in your mouths who don't give a shit about anyone else but yourselves, her words not mine."
"Well, at least half of that is true..wait, what about Max? How did he get out of this?"
"Because, and I quote from my mom here, "at least that Maxwell kid actually knows what it is like for the rest of us you should be spending more time with him, not that boyfriend of yours," and by boyfriend, she is referring to you."
"Why does everyone think we are dating? Asked Ace.
"Because we are apparently a perfect match for each other,"
"Yeah, but it's not like we didn't try."
"Don't remind me of those two weeks we couldn't even kiss each other without breaking in laughter at how fucking ridiculous it was," said Destiny.
"Totally; I mean, it's so stupid personally I think me and Xander would make a better couple." Ace joked.
"Well, you wouldn't be the worst guy Xander dated; remember Aaron aka Mr.I Put A Defanged Cobra In Your Car Because I Was Jelly." "
"Well, that Xander for you is great at computers and terrible at dating.".
…
Meanwhile, back across town, Xander and Maxwell sat on the upper balcony of the shark tank club, looking down on the fancy club-goers dancing around the shark tank stage combo that was the centerpiece of the whole club. The upper balcony and catwalks of the old factory-turned club were modified to become a restaurant and hookah lounge for the high rollers.
"This isn't a date, is it?" asked Maxwell as the waiter brought out their food. Catfish, fish, fries, and hush puppies for Maxwell and for Xander lobster and steak "because it kinda feels like a date."
"Nah, no offense, but you aren't really my type of guy," said Xander.
"None taken and same to you."Maxwell joked as he looked over at the dancing people below, spotting someone "damn, Yazmin is here." Xander could practically see the man's pupils dilate, looking down at her.
Xander took another bite from his meal. "You mean the girl that roasted in front of the school after that little song and dance number you pulled?" He said with his mouth full, "Did you really think over the rainbow would work?"
"What can I say? I'm a sucker for pain."
"You can say that again, Draco was about to kick your ass for talking to her girl until Destiny stopped her. Which, by the way, started a whole other category five shit storm seeing how she and Destiny had a thing,"
"Had a thing? Wait, Destiny is?"
"Pan, I think," said Xander, sipping from his drink, "I'm pretty sure you are the only straight person in our friend group."
"What about Ace?"
Xander shrugged. "Ace is Ace.".
"You can say that again, and I never met a person like him before; I mean the way he bounced back after what happened to his dad and him beating cancer on top of that dude is practically Superman."
"If only you know, man," Xander thought to himself
The two ate their meals as they watched a live club performance by a few singers, most notably Damballa, better known by her stage name "White Snake" she had graduated from their high school when they all were freshmen. Two things most people knew about Damballa were her singing and her skin condition. Parts of her body had patterns similar to purple and white-colored snake scales, which match her bright purple eyes. Her style was something out of the 60's Marylin Monroe mixed with a modern and urban take. Everyone thought she would make it to the big time, but she never took off outside of having an ok time singing in clubs and a decent following on her YouTube channel, where she made jazz covers of modern songs. She was what she was currently doing as Xander and Maxwell finished their meal. It was a jazz cover of Outkast's "Hey Ya" when Xander got up to leave, paying his check but letting Maxwell stay as he wanted to listen more to the music or rather continue to stare at Yazmin.
It was around the time White Snake went to her third song when Maxwell noticed something going on in the stairway leading up to the balcony. It sounded like an argument, so Maxwell had the insanely dumb idea to investigate it. He found somebody else from his school Beverly the local red and scholarship kid, arguing with the bouncers. It was odd sightseeing the 5'4 curly-headed blonde reporter dressed in a black beret with a red pin, turtleneck, double-breasted coat, and black dress almost squaring up against the bouncer a solid 6'6 300 pound absolute wall of a man.
"Ma'am, for the last time, the guy you're looking for isn't even here, and that friend of his life almost 30 minutes ago, besides there's no damn way my boss is gonna let people like you up here stick to the bottom floor."
"People like me?"
"Fucking commies, do I gotta spell it out for you, kid?" the bouncer spit out with enough venom to kill a horse
"Listen here, you overgrown slug, I'm gonna up there rather you like or-"
"Ma'am, if you don't leave here, I will escort you out. Do you understand-"
"You can let her in," interrupted Maxwell, who had walked over to the stairway. "Just tell the owners she is with me. I will try and make sure she doesn't bother guessing here.".
The guard looked at Maxwell and glared back at Beverly, shrugged, and mumbled, "if you say so, kid.".
"Um, thanks, but do I know you?" asked Beverly, walking past the bouncer who was still glaring at her.
"We go to school together, I'm Maxwell, and I'm guessing you were looking for my friend Ace."
"Oh great, another rich kid who thinks buying a reporter some drinks and a fancy spot in a club is going to shut her up, but guess what bucko you have I another thi-"
"Actually, no, I was trying to save your life. Do you know this whole place isn't as clean as it looks? Could that guy have hurt you? What the hell were you thinking?"
"I was thinking about how the Wards own half of this city meanwhile, and it's falling apart at the seams. Parts of this town are something out of a third-world slum in the richest nation on earth!"
"You can't really expect Ace to solve all of this city's problems single-handedly. He isn't God, Beverly."
"In this city, he might as well be, listen, I'm not calling for hammer and sickles; I just want people like the Wards, Musk, Bazos, and Spader to pay their fair share…wait, how the hell did you know my name?"
"I listen to your podcast," said Maxwell
"Really, I didn't expect that, with you being-"
"A rich brat, well I wasn't always one, the whole being part of the Bourgeoisie thing is kinda still new to me." joked Maxwell.
"For real?"
"I actually grew up in some of those same third-world hoods."
"So this is the part where you tell me you pulled yourself up by your bootstraps?"
"Nah, I got lucky that my dad got lucky bootstraps had nothing to do with it, just blind luck," he said as they took a seat at his booth. "Listen, I can't make any promises, but I can see what I can to get an interview."
Beverly smiled at him as down below on the dance floor Yaz had just caught a glimpse of the two smiling at each other.
"Yazzie, what are you looking act?" asked one of her friends Mars.
"How the hell do those two nerds get to sit up there while we are stuck in the lower section?"
"Because they're rich," said Mars.
"So what we're rich too and hot beside that Beverly bitch is a damn commie anyway."
"Looks like she is with Maxwell, who is friends with Ace Ward that put him on another level. We might be daddy credit card rich, but Ward and co are in another league. Their houses are measured in miles, not square feet if you get me."
"Miles, huh?" asked Yaz taking another look at Maxwell already forming a golden pathway in her mind.
…
Mia was tired when she woke up; that often happened when she used her powers; it felt like she couldn't get enough sleep for days afterward. When she first started using them to protect her village, she would sleep for almost a week straight after creating a single storm. Yet even in her dreams, she could not find rest as her past mistakes haunted her.
Sounds of her dad calling out for her to run, the sight of her trying to dig her sister out of the rubble it always played in her mind every time she closed her eyes after using her powers. Those images become spirits, forever haunting her mind.
Suddenly Mia noticed that she wasn't the only one in her safe house. In front of was a masked man dressed in an all-black jumpsuit highlighted with red West African tribal patterns; in the center of his chest was a shield overlaid with spears in the shape of an X. They would be really lovely to look at if the guy rocking them wasn't currently standing in her home holding a rifle. While Mia couldn't see the man's face, she could tell where he was from by his rifle. Venan military VPR-55 was based mainly on the British EM1, although the VPR-55 had been updated throughout the years, unlike its forgotten British counterpart.
"You're from Vena?" she asked.
"Indeed, how did you know?"
"The rifle was a dead giveaway Venan are the only people rocking that retro look. I don't recognize your uniform tho?"
"I'm the Splinter." He said, switching to Arabic in an effort to make her feel more comfortable, even adopting her regional accent. This peaked Mia's curiosity as she raised her eyebrows, and the young woman asked, "You speak Arabic?"
"I speak over a hundred languages; it's my side hobby of mine."
"A hundred they must train you, Splinter guys, pretty well."
"I'm the Splinter; there are no others…well," Splinter smiled as he copied himself, and suddenly there were three of him in the room. "Besides from Me Myself and I." He joked as he watched the look of shock flash on Mia's face.
"Y-Y are like me?" She asked, confused at what all just happened.
"Well, minus the cool sand powers, but I think my fashion sense more than makes up for it." Knowing that keeping the conversation in a joking tone would calm her down. It worked as Mia eased up and stopped being so tense.
"So why are you here? I'm guessing it's not for nightlife?"
"I'm here to offer you-" Splinter was cut off.
"I'm not interested in money, I am not a mercenary. If you blood for hire, look into Wagner I heard they give discounts to ex-soviet client states.".
Splinter chuckled at that mostly because his country had closer ties to China than the USSR. "I guess this isn't your first time meeting with state officials.".
" Bashar offered me a million dollars, Khomeini sent five just for me to think about it, I heard rumors that Erdoğan was thinking about giving me double." She changed to Kurdish. "I find that pretty ironic.".
Splinter raised an eyebrow. "You're Kurdish?" he said once again, switching languages.
"I'm no one," she said.
Splinter laughed " Nice catchphrase, no one, but I'm not here to offer you a job."
"So if you're not here to offer me a job, what are you here for?"
"I'm guessing you been watching the news? The world is getting crazier and crazier out there, especially with more and more people like us turning up. My success counted around ten so far, meaning it only a matter of time.".
"A matter of time until what?"
"We see the first attacks by metas. All it takes is one radicalized person to realize they can shoot fire from their eyes and can't be stopped by bullets to create the first."
"The first what?" asked Mia
"Supervillain." said one of Splinter's copies as he or rather what appeared to be she sat on a nearby sofa.
Mia laughed. "You seriously didn't say supervillain did you?"
"All supervillain is a terrorist with better toys.".
"Isn't that just a military?" Mia joked.
"Yeah, accept most military can at least be held to account. People like this Reaper guy or that cowboy freak can zoom in, cause massive damage and disappear all on their own. Let's say some midwestern Yankee, the kind that wants to glass this whole region, suddenly became the power equivalent of the atomic bomb and decided to make his back wood racist fantasy a reality? Who would stop him? Who could stop him?" One of the male Splinters said.
"I can see your point, but I don't trust you or your country. Vena doesn't have the best history with its military, let alone metahumans."
"It's been a long time since Biafra Vena had changed." said the female Splinter.
"Your country records on human rights say otherwise."
"Ironic coming from a woman working with Hamas."
"I'm not with them nor any other banner; I'm an agent of peace, not bloodshed.".
"Agent of Peace cool name, not my choice No One but who I am to judge," said the Splinters as they all rejoined into one person "but If you change, I am gonna leave this here" the man handed over a passport to Vena and small playing card "Take it to leave it use for a vacation, it will get you anywhere in the Vena.". As Splinter got ready to leave through the doors of the safe house, he paused one last time "One more thing it's about the name, Agent of Peace is little long not all that badass. I say go for what they are calling you online. After all Desert has much a better ring to it.".
Once the man was gone, Mia held the passport in her hand; it seemed pretty normal for Vena except for the card attached to it. It was all black except for a Red Bull in the center of it, and under the bull, it said something in Venan. It took a while for Mia to translate it, but the writing said one word and one word only.
Legion
…
"Ok, ok, ok, I gotta admit it was kinda fun watching those kids act." giggled KeKe
"Hey, they learned from the best," Bishop said, putting his arm around KeKe.
"Oh yeah, how could I forget Mr. President of the Dayton High school Theatre Club" she teased.
"I wasn't that bad." laughed Bishop.
"You nearly burned down the school gym!"
"Ok good point, but counterpoint it was one heck of an opening ni-" Bishop started, but he stop as suddenly a gun was pointed in his face.
"Your money or yo-" the mugger stopped as Bishop spoke his name.
"Zaire Boy, what the hell are you doing with that damn gun?!"
The young man's flash with fear at the sound of Bishop's now booming voice. KeKe clutched onto his arm, scared out of her voice.
"M-M-M-r Castle I-I thought Y-you were."
"Were what some other unfortunate soul to rob, what the hell is wrong with you to give me that damn thing right now."
"I-I-"
"Boy, don't test me!" Bishop barked out like an angry dad disciplining his son as he snatched the gun out of the kid's hand like it was little more than a toy.
"Yes, sir," Zaire said as he hung his head in shame.
"Zaire, go home before you hurt someone or get yourself killed."
"I can't, sir. It's my mom's she kicks me out."
Bishop's face softened as he realized what had happened
"That's why you out here robbing your brother, huh? Listen, give me that damn gun and head down to the aid center. We got a shelter set up there, but we are going to have a damn long talk about this tomorrow, you hear me." said Bishop as the boy who KeKe realized could not have been older than 14 slumped off towards the mutual aid center.
Kelly was stunned into silence for the rest of the trip, finally breaking through with the broken words of:
"Hh-ho-ow? W-Why? W-what?"
"He was a kid from the street; I think he might have been more scared of us than we were of him. I'm lucky I got to him before he pointed that thing in someone else's face that could end with somebody getting hurt."
"You should just call the cops," said Kelly.
"For what Keke? To have the kid thrown in jail? To make him a slave all but in a name for trying to feed himself.".
"Here you go with that commie talk, but," KeKe smiled at Bishop before kissing him on the cheek, "Thanks for saving me.".
Bishop smiled back as he watched her enter her apartment. Despite all that internet fame, Keke was still a small-time girl from Illinois.
Walking back into his apartment Bishop was confronted by his "project." The suit was little more than a grouping of flameproof fabric, which was an addition he made after his run-in with the fire girl. Bishop was still kicking himself in the ass about that one. He had spooked the poor girl something awful, and then she had attacked him out of pure. Now she was god knows where with this Ice woman.
"Nice job, Castle," he mumbled to himself as he sat down looking at his work. He had a rough outline of what he wanted his suit to look like. All black body with the stitches of it being dark green, two for the lack of better words military-style yellow stars at the neck collar. Above that for his lower mask was a red neck guitar covering his lower face and his old show taking care of his eyes. His red combat boots would match his lower front, but he wasn't all that sure if he was going to for a cape just yet. No matter what, he had a long day of work ahead of him and an even longer night.
…
The decrepit victorian mansion not being covered in blood was the first thing Jamie thought was odd, considering how many bodies covered the floor. She counted 15 on the first few floors alone—all left-hand path occultists of all types. However, the majority of the bodies were from the O 9 A. However, there were other dark mystics among the dead.
Jamie realized who, or rather bluntly, what was the cause of the deaths pretty quickly after bending down to look at the necks of each person. Everyone on that floor in the mansion had the same wounds on their necks for large fang marks with a massive hole in the center of each.
Jamie couldn't smell or even see any signs of a single gunshot going off, meaning the Strogi that did this was fast enough to take out all of these means effectively at the same time. There were a few of those things fast, sufficiently capable of doing that with a grudge against Neo Nazis Occultists. In particular, one Clan of vampires would go out their way for something like this.
Jamie found her Suspicion to be right as she heard and then followed the sound of slurping from the upper floor of the manor house. In a dark cramp corner of the mansion was a young woman, maybe her late teens, very early twenties, bent over on top of a dead man. A long serpentine-like tentacle covered in a clear mucus slithering out of the woman's mouth into the throat of the deadman drinking him like a Capri Sun. In moments the man was little more than a grey husk of a body. The young woman turned around her mouth like that of a shark-filled with rows of fangs and smiled.
"OH MY GOD, JAMIE, IS THAT YOU?" She screamed as she ran and hugged Jamie.
"Hey to you, Aunty Santell," Jamie said, hugging her back.
"I haven't seen you in years; you're all grown up. The last time I saw you were at your," Santell paused as she didn't want to open old wounds, "I haven't seen you since your 12."
"It's been a long time," Jamie said, her mind flicking to her dad's funeral.
He died fighting the good fight
I promise that I will destroy him for what he did to your father
"So how's is everything?"
"Sameish Adze and Angelique are in the wind something about worlds mixing the regular stop the apocalypse Jazz; meanwhile, I decided to get back my PI gig."
"You know you were kinda a legend from back then. I used to hear stories about some of the shit you got into with Adze and Angelique.".
"Well, officially, that was my mom, since I can't take credit for all that without explaining how I am still not old enough to drink," said Santell.
"Right right, you guys don't grow up, do you?"
"Nope, full-on Peter Pan Syndrome. I can't even grow, let alone age."
"Sounds sucky"
"It is; wanna get drunk and talk about it," Santell said, looking for an excuse to get drunk.
"Something tells me you were gonna do that anyway." Jamie joked.
"You have a pretty good gut there, kid," said Santell.
A few hours later, they were in Jamie's apartment high, drunk, listening to music and eating Nandos
"So, what brings you across the pond?" asked Jamie. "Besides killing Nazis wizards?"
"If I said possible looming apocalyptic threats would you believe me?"
Jamie sighed. "Great, I just saved the world six months ago."
"America is becoming a hot spot for the supernatural again," said Santell
"I thought you guys ended that in the 89,"
"It appears that it was the only chapter cults, witch, vampires, orbs, ufo, and monsters have been popping up faster than there were doing the panic. I've been trying to put them down as quickly as they pop up, but I will need an extra hand." Santell said, lighting another joint.
"I have my country to protect, and you have yours."
"That's why I already took care of your little O9A problem.". Santell said
"That mansion was one of many hotspots for their lot."
"I know that's why I killed them all. Pretty sure it's a hash brown on that twitter website or whatever."
"Wait, what do you mean all of them?"
"I ate the O9A. What more can I say?" The vampire said as the smoke from the weed left her lips. Santell tilted her head, letting the high hit her as the music on the radio station changed to the "season of the witch." she got up to dance, her body flowing to the music.
"Wait, how long have you been here?"
"Two days," the vampire said with a smile extending her hand out to Jamie, "Enough with talking. Let's dance."
You've got to pick up every stitch
Oh no, it must be the season of the witch
It must be the season of the witch, yeah
It must be the season of the witch
…
"What the hell do you mean you are out of hot dogs!" yelled Captain Slaughter in the drive-through.
Sir The Mcdog is currently out due to swine strikes
"Fucking striking commies," Cap mumbled under his breath.
Sir?
"I said let me get a big mac then with a chocolate ice cream."
The ice cream machine broke
"Bullshit, every time I come here, you guys always say that. Can't you please just fix my order? It's not like they are paying you to do rocket science back there."
Sir, they pay me the bare minimum in this shit hole; if you want good service or people who at least try and pretend they give a damn about you, go to Ward Burgers, they have a franchise down the street.
"Screw you, lady!" said Cap as he drove off towards the Warr Burger.
The meal at Ward burger was pretty good but was more expensive than five guys. Ricky didn't care. He had money to blow from his last gig against Vena. One thing about working for a shadowy US agency to help destabilize an African country was that they paid at least halfway upfront, so even if you fucked up and got half your face blown off and dragged through the streets, you still got half of a check. It was enough to pay the bill and splurge on a few treats, but that was about it.
It was late until he got to his little Austin duplex. It was the worst of the credibly shitty property his slumlord Anahid owned. Anahid was the stereotypical rich brat who had a nasty talent of being an absolute parasitic shit to her tenets. To keep his place livable, Cap had to become a handyman, which earned him praise from the neighbors he despised with a burning passion, but the rent was cheap, and in a rapidly gentrifying city, that was all that mattered. Captain Slaughter hated those liberal hipsters almost as much as his slum lord. There wasn't a day that went by where he didn't think about taking a flame thrower to his local Whole Foods or Semtex to their little gentrification towers.
"All it would take is a few pounds of fertilizer and boom; most of those east coast demshits would all move back to where they fucking came from." Thought Ricky to himself, but he knew that acts of terrorism, at least on US soil, were off-limits for him unless the Feds asked him to.
He stood up late watching tv on an old 13 inch that he got for the cheap at a garage sale. Ricky spent his nights watching 80's actions movies until he made himself turn off the tv and take his "sleeping meds." In his fridge was a bottle of Inland Taipan venom which he made himself a tall glass of. Then in one massive chug drank it all before collapsing on his futon and waiting for a few seconds for it to kick in.
"This should get me at least 4 hours." He mumbled to himself as he closed his eyes.
Ricky only got three that night.
…
"I don't give a shit because I don't give; if I gave a shit wouldn't give fuck because I don't give a shit." song Nat as she knocked on the door to the judge's house. It was perfect, all nice and isolated at the end of a developing semi-rural suburb, so far away from all the people he would send off for decades for drug offenses. Most importantly for Nat, it was quiet enough so that a silenced shot from a 3D-printed gun would not be heard by anyone nearby.
Nat casually knocked on the door. It felt as expensive as it looked. Nat wondered to herself how many bribes it took to build this travesty of an oversized McMansion. Then she got hungry and started to eat some of the pizza. The pizza was a meat lover with extra pineapples and sardinesher favorite. She didn't understand why people hated pineapple on pizza. It was the perfect complement to meat and sardines.
"Pizza? What the hell we didn't order in Piz-" the judge said, but as the door opened, he was met with three shots to the head.
"Pizza Pizza," said Nat mimicking the Little Caesar's commercial The screams filled the house as three more shots filled the cold night air, and suddenly the place was quiet once more. Just in case she missed a "customer," she walked through the house, checking any places someone else could be hiding.
"I guess I'm not getting a tip." she joked to herself before skipping off towards her trans am stilling singing to herself, "I don't give a shit because I don't give a fuck, if I gave a shit wouldn't give fuck because I don't give a shit.".
….
Uncle Sam rested on a lawn chair on top of the New York Apartment building, still trying to recover from his jet lag. That and the serval gun show wounds he got from his fight in Portland.
Thankfully he had something to cheer him up serval chop cheeses. Sam couldn't gain weight or lose it. In fact, since the morning he woke up with his powers, he couldn't not even so much as cut his hair without it growing back to the tight 1940's Boy Scout cut.
"The trash fash have stepped up their game from sticks to pistols." said a woman in a skin-tight red, white and blue leotard and heels. A yellow utility belt was strapped around her waist filled with homemade gadgets. And a black neck gaiter covering half her face.
"I'm guessing your that Liberty chick I've been hearing about?" asked Sam.
"Am I that well known?" Liberty retorted.
"I've seen a couple of your videos."
"Which ones?" asked Liberty slipping back to her identity for a split second.
"Huh?"
"Nevermind, the point is it's nice to see taking the fight to those assholes too," Liberty said.
"I'm just doing my part, but you guys PAF, are amazing. I see those videos not just the ones about kicking some fash ass, but that breakfast program and public housing initiative are ultra based."
"Well, don't give us the credit we copied a lot of the program from New Era.",
"Well, whoever you guys learned it from, it's cool nonetheless. You know you're the first another person…like me I met."
"Same for me, although I put some fleers for that guy in Chicago and that raincoat man. Those are the only two people we can verify to be the real deal still we haven't any luck contacting them directly."
"What about that ghost in Atlanta?"
"I doubt he's real beside that whole grim reaper aesthetic gives me Chud's punisher skull vibes."
"True, so I'm guessing you've been watching me for a while?" said Sam.
"For about two weeks, we tracked you down based on the areas you were most active, which was kinda hard seeing how you been popping up all over the country, but after a while, we found that you was most sighted in New York before geolocating your main haunts based on pictures and sighting of masked people stopping crime around the same time you started fighting it," said Liberty.
"You know that the most effort a woman had ever made at finding me outside of that time, I got lost at Coney Island when I was 8, and my mom freaked out."
Liberty smiled at that "she must be proud of you."
"She certainly would be," said Uncle Sam looking over the city.
"So I'm guessing you know I'm not here just to trade compliments?" Liberty said.
"I kinda figured that, so what are you going to ask me-"
"Team up? Maybe you're as smart as you look." She said as she walked towards the ledge.
"Wait, how will I find you?"
"You won't," said Liberty as she jumped off the ledge, disappearing into the night.
"Fucking Based and Batman Pilled" Uncle Sam
This was the favorite part of his new "hobby"; flying about the city gave him a better perspective tactically and of the city itself. It kept him balanced, able to see that from above, the light still outweighed the darkness, that his war was still winnable. Ace's smile grew larger as his glider flew around the building and high into the night sky. If he were a normal person, he would have probably gotten cold zipping around so far up, but his suit and his power kept him warm.
Suddenly Ace picked up something from within the police scanner listener inside his mask. There was a robbery at the local gas station where the cashier had been killed.
Suspects are fleeing on foot near a construction by advise they are two white males mid-twenties bald heads black pants white t-shirts.
The radio chatter mashed with static before it switched to Xander's voice.
"Yo Ace, those sound like skinheads, I just checked, and there were some local reports of them attacking local people in that area."
"Got it," said Ace as he changed his course towards the nearby construction site.
"Hey Xander, did you finish Mr. Smith's math essay?"
"Are you seriously asking about homework right now?" asked Xander.
"Yeah, why?"
"Because you are superheroing?" said Xander
"Yeah, but I haven't finished my essay, and I was wondering if I could look over yours for help. Who the hell gives an essay over math anyway?"
"Well, it is supposed to help with pulling up people's grades for this semester. I would rather have an essay over math than an actual math final," said Xander.
"Truer words have never been spoken," said Ace as he found himself above the Construction site.
Inside the half-completed building, the three criminals panicked as they stumbled their way through the building, hoping to find a way out of it without being caught by the cops.
"Guys, I think I hear something." said one of them as they all paused mid-step to hear a low humming above them.
"Shit, you think they have a chopper above us?" asked another as it suddenly went quiet.
"Hey, why did it go-" one of the three said before he was suddenly grabbed by someone or something and pulled through a brick wall screaming.
"Fuck that!" the two remaining criminals yelled at once as they unloaded their handguns in the direction of whatever had taken their friend, but to their utter horror from the smoke of their pistols came a figure unharmed by the bullets.
"Normally, I tend to look over punks like you and let the cops deal with this shiit," it said as the figure kept moving forward. One of the men reloaded his pistol and kept shooting at the slowly advancing figure. "But you took a life today, and for that, well, it's not gonna end so pleasantly." The figure said as it kept walking towards them.
"DIE FUCKING DIE DIE!" yelled one of the two thugs as they emptied their guns at the monster before something flew into them, bonding them two together. A moment later, a jolt of pain ran through their bodies, and the next they knew, they were handcuffed in a cell.
The next morning Ace woke up late; it was nearly midday; at first, he could feel his heart drop to his knees before he realized he had already turned in his work the night before online after he got home from "work."
"Thank God for Turnitin," said Ace. Ever since the December after the first wave of lockdowns back when he was in middle school, the school system had pretty much been lax when it came to attendance, putting much of the work online. By the time he got to high school, most people only showed up for the first few weeks of the semester; the rest of the time, the school was a ghost town. The whole newer lax system resulted from an unspoken compromise between the anti-vax and pro-science parents. It allowed the parents to pull their kids out to do their school work online anytime there was a covid spike without that much paperwork.
That, of course, meant cheating was far more common, but honestly, at Ace's school, cheating didn't mean much for the most part in Ward-Douglass High if you're parents could afford to send you there or if you got in due to your brains school was just a stepping stone, little more than coming of age tradition into success. This was extra true for Ace; after all, half the school was named after his family, there was no way, even if he was an idiot, that the school would even think about failing him. Yet for him, school was more than a stepping stone; it was a hell of a good cover; who would expect the high school party boy to go around dressed as a ghost kicking ass in his spare time.
Ace finally pulled himself out of bed; as he did, his body was struck by how hungry he was; that was one of the many side effects of serum. He could hear Destiny's dad's voice in his head again from that night. It was more like bright splashes of pain and memories than a tangible thing.
We don't know what the side effects could be; the cases with the rats were all over the place, from eye sensitivity to extreme aggression.
Screw the side effects, Dad; if we don't do this, Ace will die
Ace made himself a cup of coffee and some nachos from the comfort of his built-in kitchen within his bedroom. He had this room redesigned for his birthday a few years back. The idea came from Xander to have a room where it felt like its own home. So that is what Ace did; he designed an open wall concept home within a bedroom. It had everything a teen could want: a rec area, a man cave complete with a "mini" arcade, a master kitchen, living room, even a hot tub. It was filled with other things, music equipment ready to be played, a library of books and board games stacked neatly together on bookshelves, four large Trophy cases housing the monuments to his martial arts training stood nearby the shelves.
Moving out of to a hallway, Ace took the elevator down into the main lobby of his home as Ace reached the lobby before the door had the chance to open. The young billionaire caught a smell of a scent he recognized.
Destiny sat drinking from 1700's glassware while laying covered up in a blanket on one of the room's many sofas scrolling through her phone. The sofa she had chosen was the nearest to the grand fireplace of the mansion, which was kindling with a small yet warm flame. Above the fireplace was almost a movie theater size television.
"What?" she asked, taking another sip from the priceless teacup before going back to scrolling through tik tok.
"What? What the hell are you doing drinking tea with those antiques? They are worth a fortune!"
Destiny raised an eyebrow. "Tea? I'm not drinking tea; this is tequila.".
"The hell your off-brand Zendaya ass doing using my good cups for drinking tequila!"
"First off, I'm the baddest bitch in the land, so if anything, Zendaya is an off-brand me. Second I'm drinking out these mini glasses because I'm a princess, and princesses are fucking fancy."
"Not drinking Montezuma," mumbled Ace as he sat next to her eating his nachos.
"Are you eating nachos for breakfast?" Destiny said, looking over at his plate as she let Ace get under the blanket with her.
"Says the woman drinking at midday."
"Not Ace Ward becoming anti-alcohol all of a sudden." She joked, flipping on tv to the news.
"Kind of a side effect of not being able to get drunk anymore."
"If you are joining us at the top of the hour, we have news coming from Atlanta serval men connected to a string of paramilitary and criminal activities which are suspected members to the Neo Nazi group Temple of Blood were found badly beaten after fleeing a scene of a robbery. One of the men is in critical condition, and the others are in police custody for questioning. This marks one of the many mysterious acts in a trend of alleged vigilantism that has been sweeping the nation."
"So, what are you reading?" Ace asked.
"Fanfic about us?" She said,
"Is it a self-inserted 5th wheel friendship with the writer being a Mary Sue, or an Ace X Reader or a weird slash fic of Xander and me?"
"Yes.".
"How many words is it?" asked Ace
"75k and still being updated."
"Yeah, go ahead and send me the link," said Ace. "Anway, where the hell is Xander?"
"Attempting to break things off with Amy."
"By himself, brave man." joked Destiny
"Nah, he brought Maxwell with him for backup."
"I don't see how much that will help him; you remember the Velma saga." She giggled,
"How could I forget, she threw poor Max out a second-story window."
"So what's the plan for today?" asked Destiny
"Little of construction, a little bit of sparring, and a whole lot of nachos.".
Meanwhile, Maxwell and Xander were dodging stuff being thrown at them by Amy as they rushed off towards Maxwell, still running Volvo.
"SCREW YOU! XANDER, YOU LYING SON OF A WHORE!" yelled Amy, throwing gifts Xander had given her throughout their relationship.
"You sure do know how to pick them, don't you, Xander!" yelled Maxwell as they ran into his car before driving off.
"Don't blame me, blame Ace; he was the one who hooked me up with her in the first place."
"It's your fault for taking any advice about dating from Ace Ward." joked Maxwell as they drove into town.
"Wait, I thought we were heading back to home base?" asked Maxwell. The name home base was a pretty popular nickname for Ace's home. Seeing how it was a massive mansion that almost functioned as a resort for the school. It was far enough out the way to not have noise complaints, and there was no adult supervision to top it all off; the drink flowed like a waterfall there during parties that could sometime in summer go on for almost a week straight. It was an open secret that Ace's home was the crash pad for the young, rich, and famous of the city.
The home had gathered many names of the years, The Palace, The Castle Of The South, and most curiously to the name"The Keep." Most people outside of Ace's close family, which were all dead or too distant to care, didn't know why it was called that. Most people assumed that the name came from the design of the main building and grounds. After all, with its opposing command of the hill on which its foundation overlooks the walls that surrounded the rest of the estate, it would be reasonable enough to assume its name was derived from those factors alone.
The mansion was built after the first family manor was burnt down soon after the fall of the south by ex-confederates; the new estate was designed to be a fortress to protect the family on many occasions, most notably the Atlanta riots, where it was put under siege by racists forces before they were beaten back by an army of hired Pinkertons and the newly formed Ward Security Group. Yet the home's design wasn't why it was named the Keep; the real reason laid under its foundations. Ace's great grandfather had worked on the atomic bomb project, and his grandmother was scarred for life after seeing these reports of men becoming shadows on walls.
Thus Tiana Ward started project Moses, an unfinished series of public and private interconnected bunker systems for Atlanta. The project's ultimate goal was to create what would be in function an "under city" for Atlanta. After the Cuban missile crisis, the government was in talks with his family company to expand the project to other cities. However, it fell apart during the late '70s after the death of Ace's grandmother. Now the systems of bunkers sat abandoned beside the one being used by the "Scooby gang," a nickname Ace gave to himself, Xander, and Destiny.
"Nah, man, we're gonna head to Shark Tank tonight," said Xander.
"Wait, wait, the Tank? Do you think that's a good idea?"
"Yeah, why not," said Xander.
"Well, you know, with all that para beef and the Mob."
"Wait, you believe in that New Black Mafia bs?" said Xander. However, his investigation into the local gangs was started to make him question his belief in the idea.
"How do you explain the drop in shooting? It seems like someone is making them put down the guns," said Maxwell.
Xander laughed, "Maybe they are scared of the Reaper."
"Cap, but not for real, the only thing I can see is making those guys stop beefing is a lot of easy money," said Maxwell
"Now you sound one of the conspiracy nuts c'mon just relax, man; it isn't like we have to go to school tomorrow anyway," said Xander
"In this city, chilling out isn't an option for people like us."
…
Ace was finishing vacuuming the carpet in the gym of the main Ward bunker. At the same time, Destiny was testing out some of his new gadgets nearby. The group of three teenagers had been conducting a massive renovation of the cold world era bunker, turning into a modern open concept hybrid between a computer lab, armory, and gym. Destiny, along with Xander, had drawn up the plans for the renovations in a computer program to which Ace only made a few edits to make things more realistic, but even so, the renovation would still take a long while to do by themselves, and there were months of not over a year away from being anywhere close to done.
"I don't understand what is with these near gas pallets? Don't we all ready have smoke bombs?" asked Destiny.
"There isn't smoke; there are gas bombs," said Ace turning off the vacuum and walking over to her.
"Yeah, that totally not the same as smoke," Destiny said sarcastically.
"They aren't; the gas in those bombs is a unique form of tear gas laced with LSD. I got the idea from the Maxwell science paper he did a few months ago about realistic fear toxins from Batman. I had to tweak a few things making the gas last harmful, but these babies will wonder if I ever need to do crowd control."
"Of course they are," said Destiny, putting it back into the case before looking towards a separate case nearby housing the suit. The case around the suit was glass with gold trimming in the shape of an upright sarcophagus. It stood out compared to the rest of the modern bunker as its style was almost victorian in a way.
"You know there is always rooms from one more out there," said Ace gazing at the armored suit absently, thinking about new improvements he could do it.
"Did you forget that you are the only out here with superpowers"
"True, but you are the better fighter," said Ace
"I'm not gonna be your sidekick, Ace."
"I never said anything like that, besides having you dress up in bright red tights might kinda impede the whole creature of the night aesthetic I got going on; I don't want you to be my sidekick; I'm just saying, we would make a great team. If anything, with how fast you are, I would be the one having to play catch up.".
"The answer is no, Ace. Have you read a comic book? The female partners always die, and I'm not trying to get killing joked." Destiny said stubbornly.
"You know she doesn't die in that right."
"The point still stands."
"So, how's your mother?" asked Ace, changing the subject as he turned his attention to the weapons case.
"I don't know, and I haven't spoken to her in a couple of days; I been spending a lot of time with my dad to avoid the drama with her and my sister. Besides, I don't think she really wants me there right now."
"Des, don't say that. I'm sure your mother wants you around."
"Not as long as I am around you and the rest of the Scooby gang, she thinks y'all are bad influences on me.". said, Destiny.
"How? Miss Monroe loves me."
"She thinks you and Xander are privileged womanizing rich party brats who were born with a silver spoon in your mouths who don't give a shit about anyone else but yourselves, her words not mine."
"Well, at least half of that is true..wait, what about Max? How did he get out of this?"
"Because, and I quote from my mom here, "at least that Maxwell kid actually knows what it is like for the rest of us you should be spending more time with him, not that boyfriend of yours," and by boyfriend, she is referring to you."
"Why does everyone think we are dating? Asked Ace.
"Because we are apparently a perfect match for each other,"
"Yeah, but it's not like we didn't try."
"Don't remind me of those two weeks we couldn't even kiss each other without breaking in laughter at how fucking ridiculous it was," said Destiny.
"Totally; I mean, it's so stupid personally I think me and Xander would make a better couple." Ace joked.
"Well, you wouldn't be the worst guy Xander dated; remember Aaron aka Mr.I Put A Defanged Cobra In Your Car Because I Was Jelly." "
"Well, that Xander for you is great at computers and terrible at dating.".
…
Meanwhile, back across town, Xander and Maxwell sat on the upper balcony of the shark tank club, looking down on the fancy club-goers dancing around the shark tank stage combo that was the centerpiece of the whole club. The upper balcony and catwalks of the old factory-turned club were modified to become a restaurant and hookah lounge for the high rollers.
"This isn't a date, is it?" asked Maxwell as the waiter brought out their food. Catfish, fish, fries, and hush puppies for Maxwell and for Xander lobster and steak "because it kinda feels like a date."
"Nah, no offense, but you aren't really my type of guy," said Xander.
"None taken and same to you."Maxwell joked as he looked over at the dancing people below, spotting someone "damn, Yazmin is here." Xander could practically see the man's pupils dilate, looking down at her.
Xander took another bite from his meal. "You mean the girl that roasted in front of the school after that little song and dance number you pulled?" He said with his mouth full, "Did you really think over the rainbow would work?"
"What can I say? I'm a sucker for pain."
"You can say that again, Draco was about to kick your ass for talking to her girl until Destiny stopped her. Which, by the way, started a whole other category five shit storm seeing how she and Destiny had a thing,"
"Had a thing? Wait, Destiny is?"
"Pan, I think," said Xander, sipping from his drink, "I'm pretty sure you are the only straight person in our friend group."
"What about Ace?"
Xander shrugged. "Ace is Ace.".
"You can say that again, and I never met a person like him before; I mean the way he bounced back after what happened to his dad and him beating cancer on top of that dude is practically Superman."
"If only you know, man," Xander thought to himself
The two ate their meals as they watched a live club performance by a few singers, most notably Damballa, better known by her stage name "White Snake" she had graduated from their high school when they all were freshmen. Two things most people knew about Damballa were her singing and her skin condition. Parts of her body had patterns similar to purple and white-colored snake scales, which match her bright purple eyes. Her style was something out of the 60's Marylin Monroe mixed with a modern and urban take. Everyone thought she would make it to the big time, but she never took off outside of having an ok time singing in clubs and a decent following on her YouTube channel, where she made jazz covers of modern songs. She was what she was currently doing as Xander and Maxwell finished their meal. It was a jazz cover of Outkast's "Hey Ya" when Xander got up to leave, paying his check but letting Maxwell stay as he wanted to listen more to the music or rather continue to stare at Yazmin.
It was around the time White Snake went to her third song when Maxwell noticed something going on in the stairway leading up to the balcony. It sounded like an argument, so Maxwell had the insanely dumb idea to investigate it. He found somebody else from his school Beverly the local red and scholarship kid, arguing with the bouncers. It was odd sightseeing the 5'4 curly-headed blonde reporter dressed in a black beret with a red pin, turtleneck, double-breasted coat, and black dress almost squaring up against the bouncer a solid 6'6 300 pound absolute wall of a man.
"Ma'am, for the last time, the guy you're looking for isn't even here, and that friend of his life almost 30 minutes ago, besides there's no damn way my boss is gonna let people like you up here stick to the bottom floor."
"People like me?"
"Fucking commies, do I gotta spell it out for you, kid?" the bouncer spit out with enough venom to kill a horse
"Listen here, you overgrown slug, I'm gonna up there rather you like or-"
"Ma'am, if you don't leave here, I will escort you out. Do you understand-"
"You can let her in," interrupted Maxwell, who had walked over to the stairway. "Just tell the owners she is with me. I will try and make sure she doesn't bother guessing here.".
The guard looked at Maxwell and glared back at Beverly, shrugged, and mumbled, "if you say so, kid.".
"Um, thanks, but do I know you?" asked Beverly, walking past the bouncer who was still glaring at her.
"We go to school together, I'm Maxwell, and I'm guessing you were looking for my friend Ace."
"Oh great, another rich kid who thinks buying a reporter some drinks and a fancy spot in a club is going to shut her up, but guess what bucko you have I another thi-"
"Actually, no, I was trying to save your life. Do you know this whole place isn't as clean as it looks? Could that guy have hurt you? What the hell were you thinking?"
"I was thinking about how the Wards own half of this city meanwhile, and it's falling apart at the seams. Parts of this town are something out of a third-world slum in the richest nation on earth!"
"You can't really expect Ace to solve all of this city's problems single-handedly. He isn't God, Beverly."
"In this city, he might as well be, listen, I'm not calling for hammer and sickles; I just want people like the Wards, Musk, Bazos, and Spader to pay their fair share…wait, how the hell did you know my name?"
"I listen to your podcast," said Maxwell
"Really, I didn't expect that, with you being-"
"A rich brat, well I wasn't always one, the whole being part of the Bourgeoisie thing is kinda still new to me." joked Maxwell.
"For real?"
"I actually grew up in some of those same third-world hoods."
"So this is the part where you tell me you pulled yourself up by your bootstraps?"
"Nah, I got lucky that my dad got lucky bootstraps had nothing to do with it, just blind luck," he said as they took a seat at his booth. "Listen, I can't make any promises, but I can see what I can to get an interview."
Beverly smiled at him as down below on the dance floor Yaz had just caught a glimpse of the two smiling at each other.
"Yazzie, what are you looking act?" asked one of her friends Mars.
"How the hell do those two nerds get to sit up there while we are stuck in the lower section?"
"Because they're rich," said Mars.
"So what we're rich too and hot beside that Beverly bitch is a damn commie anyway."
"Looks like she is with Maxwell, who is friends with Ace Ward that put him on another level. We might be daddy credit card rich, but Ward and co are in another league. Their houses are measured in miles, not square feet if you get me."
"Miles, huh?" asked Yaz taking another look at Maxwell already forming a golden pathway in her mind.
…
Mia was tired when she woke up; that often happened when she used her powers; it felt like she couldn't get enough sleep for days afterward. When she first started using them to protect her village, she would sleep for almost a week straight after creating a single storm. Yet even in her dreams, she could not find rest as her past mistakes haunted her.
Sounds of her dad calling out for her to run, the sight of her trying to dig her sister out of the rubble it always played in her mind every time she closed her eyes after using her powers. Those images become spirits, forever haunting her mind.
Suddenly Mia noticed that she wasn't the only one in her safe house. In front of was a masked man dressed in an all-black jumpsuit highlighted with red West African tribal patterns; in the center of his chest was a shield overlaid with spears in the shape of an X. They would be really lovely to look at if the guy rocking them wasn't currently standing in her home holding a rifle. While Mia couldn't see the man's face, she could tell where he was from by his rifle. Venan military VPR-55 was based mainly on the British EM1, although the VPR-55 had been updated throughout the years, unlike its forgotten British counterpart.
"You're from Vena?" she asked.
"Indeed, how did you know?"
"The rifle was a dead giveaway Venan are the only people rocking that retro look. I don't recognize your uniform tho?"
"I'm the Splinter." He said, switching to Arabic in an effort to make her feel more comfortable, even adopting her regional accent. This peaked Mia's curiosity as she raised her eyebrows, and the young woman asked, "You speak Arabic?"
"I speak over a hundred languages; it's my side hobby of mine."
"A hundred they must train you, Splinter guys, pretty well."
"I'm the Splinter; there are no others…well," Splinter smiled as he copied himself, and suddenly there were three of him in the room. "Besides from Me Myself and I." He joked as he watched the look of shock flash on Mia's face.
"Y-Y are like me?" She asked, confused at what all just happened.
"Well, minus the cool sand powers, but I think my fashion sense more than makes up for it." Knowing that keeping the conversation in a joking tone would calm her down. It worked as Mia eased up and stopped being so tense.
"So why are you here? I'm guessing it's not for nightlife?"
"I'm here to offer you-" Splinter was cut off.
"I'm not interested in money, I am not a mercenary. If you blood for hire, look into Wagner I heard they give discounts to ex-soviet client states.".
Splinter chuckled at that mostly because his country had closer ties to China than the USSR. "I guess this isn't your first time meeting with state officials.".
" Bashar offered me a million dollars, Khomeini sent five just for me to think about it, I heard rumors that Erdoğan was thinking about giving me double." She changed to Kurdish. "I find that pretty ironic.".
Splinter raised an eyebrow. "You're Kurdish?" he said once again, switching languages.
"I'm no one," she said.
Splinter laughed " Nice catchphrase, no one, but I'm not here to offer you a job."
"So if you're not here to offer me a job, what are you here for?"
"I'm guessing you been watching the news? The world is getting crazier and crazier out there, especially with more and more people like us turning up. My success counted around ten so far, meaning it only a matter of time.".
"A matter of time until what?"
"We see the first attacks by metas. All it takes is one radicalized person to realize they can shoot fire from their eyes and can't be stopped by bullets to create the first."
"The first what?" asked Mia
"Supervillain." said one of Splinter's copies as he or rather what appeared to be she sat on a nearby sofa.
Mia laughed. "You seriously didn't say supervillain did you?"
"All supervillain is a terrorist with better toys.".
"Isn't that just a military?" Mia joked.
"Yeah, accept most military can at least be held to account. People like this Reaper guy or that cowboy freak can zoom in, cause massive damage and disappear all on their own. Let's say some midwestern Yankee, the kind that wants to glass this whole region, suddenly became the power equivalent of the atomic bomb and decided to make his back wood racist fantasy a reality? Who would stop him? Who could stop him?" One of the male Splinters said.
"I can see your point, but I don't trust you or your country. Vena doesn't have the best history with its military, let alone metahumans."
"It's been a long time since Biafra Vena had changed." said the female Splinter.
"Your country records on human rights say otherwise."
"Ironic coming from a woman working with Hamas."
"I'm not with them nor any other banner; I'm an agent of peace, not bloodshed.".
"Agent of Peace cool name, not my choice No One but who I am to judge," said the Splinters as they all rejoined into one person "but If you change, I am gonna leave this here" the man handed over a passport to Vena and small playing card "Take it to leave it use for a vacation, it will get you anywhere in the Vena.". As Splinter got ready to leave through the doors of the safe house, he paused one last time "One more thing it's about the name, Agent of Peace is little long not all that badass. I say go for what they are calling you online. After all Desert has much a better ring to it.".
Once the man was gone, Mia held the passport in her hand; it seemed pretty normal for Vena except for the card attached to it. It was all black except for a Red Bull in the center of it, and under the bull, it said something in Venan. It took a while for Mia to translate it, but the writing said one word and one word only.
Legion
…
"Ok, ok, ok, I gotta admit it was kinda fun watching those kids act." giggled KeKe
"Hey, they learned from the best," Bishop said, putting his arm around KeKe.
"Oh yeah, how could I forget Mr. President of the Dayton High school Theatre Club" she teased.
"I wasn't that bad." laughed Bishop.
"You nearly burned down the school gym!"
"Ok good point, but counterpoint it was one heck of an opening ni-" Bishop started, but he stop as suddenly a gun was pointed in his face.
"Your money or yo-" the mugger stopped as Bishop spoke his name.
"Zaire Boy, what the hell are you doing with that damn gun?!"
The young man's flash with fear at the sound of Bishop's now booming voice. KeKe clutched onto his arm, scared out of her voice.
"M-M-M-r Castle I-I thought Y-you were."
"Were what some other unfortunate soul to rob, what the hell is wrong with you to give me that damn thing right now."
"I-I-"
"Boy, don't test me!" Bishop barked out like an angry dad disciplining his son as he snatched the gun out of the kid's hand like it was little more than a toy.
"Yes, sir," Zaire said as he hung his head in shame.
"Zaire, go home before you hurt someone or get yourself killed."
"I can't, sir. It's my mom's she kicks me out."
Bishop's face softened as he realized what had happened
"That's why you out here robbing your brother, huh? Listen, give me that damn gun and head down to the aid center. We got a shelter set up there, but we are going to have a damn long talk about this tomorrow, you hear me." said Bishop as the boy who KeKe realized could not have been older than 14 slumped off towards the mutual aid center.
Kelly was stunned into silence for the rest of the trip, finally breaking through with the broken words of:
"Hh-ho-ow? W-Why? W-what?"
"He was a kid from the street; I think he might have been more scared of us than we were of him. I'm lucky I got to him before he pointed that thing in someone else's face that could end with somebody getting hurt."
"You should just call the cops," said Kelly.
"For what Keke? To have the kid thrown in jail? To make him a slave all but in a name for trying to feed himself.".
"Here you go with that commie talk, but," KeKe smiled at Bishop before kissing him on the cheek, "Thanks for saving me.".
Bishop smiled back as he watched her enter her apartment. Despite all that internet fame, Keke was still a small-time girl from Illinois.
Walking back into his apartment Bishop was confronted by his "project." The suit was little more than a grouping of flameproof fabric, which was an addition he made after his run-in with the fire girl. Bishop was still kicking himself in the ass about that one. He had spooked the poor girl something awful, and then she had attacked him out of pure. Now she was god knows where with this Ice woman.
"Nice job, Castle," he mumbled to himself as he sat down looking at his work. He had a rough outline of what he wanted his suit to look like. All black body with the stitches of it being dark green, two for the lack of better words military-style yellow stars at the neck collar. Above that for his lower mask was a red neck guitar covering his lower face and his old show taking care of his eyes. His red combat boots would match his lower front, but he wasn't all that sure if he was going to for a cape just yet. No matter what, he had a long day of work ahead of him and an even longer night.
…
The decrepit victorian mansion not being covered in blood was the first thing Jamie thought was odd, considering how many bodies covered the floor. She counted 15 on the first few floors alone—all left-hand path occultists of all types. However, the majority of the bodies were from the O 9 A. However, there were other dark mystics among the dead.
Jamie realized who, or rather bluntly, what was the cause of the deaths pretty quickly after bending down to look at the necks of each person. Everyone on that floor in the mansion had the same wounds on their necks for large fang marks with a massive hole in the center of each.
Jamie couldn't smell or even see any signs of a single gunshot going off, meaning the Strogi that did this was fast enough to take out all of these means effectively at the same time. There were a few of those things fast, sufficiently capable of doing that with a grudge against Neo Nazis Occultists. In particular, one Clan of vampires would go out their way for something like this.
Jamie found her Suspicion to be right as she heard and then followed the sound of slurping from the upper floor of the manor house. In a dark cramp corner of the mansion was a young woman, maybe her late teens, very early twenties, bent over on top of a dead man. A long serpentine-like tentacle covered in a clear mucus slithering out of the woman's mouth into the throat of the deadman drinking him like a Capri Sun. In moments the man was little more than a grey husk of a body. The young woman turned around her mouth like that of a shark-filled with rows of fangs and smiled.
"OH MY GOD, JAMIE, IS THAT YOU?" She screamed as she ran and hugged Jamie.
"Hey to you, Aunty Santell," Jamie said, hugging her back.
"I haven't seen you in years; you're all grown up. The last time I saw you were at your," Santell paused as she didn't want to open old wounds, "I haven't seen you since your 12."
"It's been a long time," Jamie said, her mind flicking to her dad's funeral.
He died fighting the good fight
I promise that I will destroy him for what he did to your father
"So how's is everything?"
"Sameish Adze and Angelique are in the wind something about worlds mixing the regular stop the apocalypse Jazz; meanwhile, I decided to get back my PI gig."
"You know you were kinda a legend from back then. I used to hear stories about some of the shit you got into with Adze and Angelique.".
"Well, officially, that was my mom, since I can't take credit for all that without explaining how I am still not old enough to drink," said Santell.
"Right right, you guys don't grow up, do you?"
"Nope, full-on Peter Pan Syndrome. I can't even grow, let alone age."
"Sounds sucky"
"It is; wanna get drunk and talk about it," Santell said, looking for an excuse to get drunk.
"Something tells me you were gonna do that anyway." Jamie joked.
"You have a pretty good gut there, kid," said Santell.
A few hours later, they were in Jamie's apartment high, drunk, listening to music and eating Nandos
"So, what brings you across the pond?" asked Jamie. "Besides killing Nazis wizards?"
"If I said possible looming apocalyptic threats would you believe me?"
Jamie sighed. "Great, I just saved the world six months ago."
"America is becoming a hot spot for the supernatural again," said Santell
"I thought you guys ended that in the 89,"
"It appears that it was the only chapter cults, witch, vampires, orbs, ufo, and monsters have been popping up faster than there were doing the panic. I've been trying to put them down as quickly as they pop up, but I will need an extra hand." Santell said, lighting another joint.
"I have my country to protect, and you have yours."
"That's why I already took care of your little O9A problem.". Santell said
"That mansion was one of many hotspots for their lot."
"I know that's why I killed them all. Pretty sure it's a hash brown on that twitter website or whatever."
"Wait, what do you mean all of them?"
"I ate the O9A. What more can I say?" The vampire said as the smoke from the weed left her lips. Santell tilted her head, letting the high hit her as the music on the radio station changed to the "season of the witch." she got up to dance, her body flowing to the music.
"Wait, how long have you been here?"
"Two days," the vampire said with a smile extending her hand out to Jamie, "Enough with talking. Let's dance."
You've got to pick up every stitch
Oh no, it must be the season of the witch
It must be the season of the witch, yeah
It must be the season of the witch
…
"What the hell do you mean you are out of hot dogs!" yelled Captain Slaughter in the drive-through.
Sir The Mcdog is currently out due to swine strikes
"Fucking striking commies," Cap mumbled under his breath.
Sir?
"I said let me get a big mac then with a chocolate ice cream."
The ice cream machine broke
"Bullshit, every time I come here, you guys always say that. Can't you please just fix my order? It's not like they are paying you to do rocket science back there."
Sir, they pay me the bare minimum in this shit hole; if you want good service or people who at least try and pretend they give a damn about you, go to Ward Burgers, they have a franchise down the street.
"Screw you, lady!" said Cap as he drove off towards the Warr Burger.
The meal at Ward burger was pretty good but was more expensive than five guys. Ricky didn't care. He had money to blow from his last gig against Vena. One thing about working for a shadowy US agency to help destabilize an African country was that they paid at least halfway upfront, so even if you fucked up and got half your face blown off and dragged through the streets, you still got half of a check. It was enough to pay the bill and splurge on a few treats, but that was about it.
It was late until he got to his little Austin duplex. It was the worst of the credibly shitty property his slumlord Anahid owned. Anahid was the stereotypical rich brat who had a nasty talent of being an absolute parasitic shit to her tenets. To keep his place livable, Cap had to become a handyman, which earned him praise from the neighbors he despised with a burning passion, but the rent was cheap, and in a rapidly gentrifying city, that was all that mattered. Captain Slaughter hated those liberal hipsters almost as much as his slum lord. There wasn't a day that went by where he didn't think about taking a flame thrower to his local Whole Foods or Semtex to their little gentrification towers.
"All it would take is a few pounds of fertilizer and boom; most of those east coast demshits would all move back to where they fucking came from." Thought Ricky to himself, but he knew that acts of terrorism, at least on US soil, were off-limits for him unless the Feds asked him to.
He stood up late watching tv on an old 13 inch that he got for the cheap at a garage sale. Ricky spent his nights watching 80's actions movies until he made himself turn off the tv and take his "sleeping meds." In his fridge was a bottle of Inland Taipan venom which he made himself a tall glass of. Then in one massive chug drank it all before collapsing on his futon and waiting for a few seconds for it to kick in.
"This should get me at least 4 hours." He mumbled to himself as he closed his eyes.
Ricky only got three that night.
…
"I don't give a shit because I don't give; if I gave a shit wouldn't give fuck because I don't give a shit." song Nat as she knocked on the door to the judge's house. It was perfect, all nice and isolated at the end of a developing semi-rural suburb, so far away from all the people he would send off for decades for drug offenses. Most importantly for Nat, it was quiet enough so that a silenced shot from a 3D-printed gun would not be heard by anyone nearby.
Nat casually knocked on the door. It felt as expensive as it looked. Nat wondered to herself how many bribes it took to build this travesty of an oversized McMansion. Then she got hungry and started to eat some of the pizza. The pizza was a meat lover with extra pineapples and sardinesher favorite. She didn't understand why people hated pineapple on pizza. It was the perfect complement to meat and sardines.
"Pizza? What the hell we didn't order in Piz-" the judge said, but as the door opened, he was met with three shots to the head.
"Pizza Pizza," said Nat mimicking the Little Caesar's commercial The screams filled the house as three more shots filled the cold night air, and suddenly the place was quiet once more. Just in case she missed a "customer," she walked through the house, checking any places someone else could be hiding.
"I guess I'm not getting a tip." she joked to herself before skipping off towards her trans am stilling singing to herself, "I don't give a shit because I don't give a fuck, if I gave a shit wouldn't give fuck because I don't give a shit.".
….
Uncle Sam rested on a lawn chair on top of the New York Apartment building, still trying to recover from his jet lag. That and the serval gun show wounds he got from his fight in Portland.
Thankfully he had something to cheer him up serval chop cheeses. Sam couldn't gain weight or lose it. In fact, since the morning he woke up with his powers, he couldn't not even so much as cut his hair without it growing back to the tight 1940's Boy Scout cut.
"The trash fash have stepped up their game from sticks to pistols." said a woman in a skin-tight red, white and blue leotard and heels. A yellow utility belt was strapped around her waist filled with homemade gadgets. And a black neck gaiter covering half her face.
"I'm guessing your that Liberty chick I've been hearing about?" asked Sam.
"Am I that well known?" Liberty retorted.
"I've seen a couple of your videos."
"Which ones?" asked Liberty slipping back to her identity for a split second.
"Huh?"
"Nevermind, the point is it's nice to see taking the fight to those assholes too," Liberty said.
"I'm just doing my part, but you guys PAF, are amazing. I see those videos not just the ones about kicking some fash ass, but that breakfast program and public housing initiative are ultra based."
"Well, don't give us the credit we copied a lot of the program from New Era.",
"Well, whoever you guys learned it from, it's cool nonetheless. You know you're the first another person…like me I met."
"Same for me, although I put some fleers for that guy in Chicago and that raincoat man. Those are the only two people we can verify to be the real deal still we haven't any luck contacting them directly."
"What about that ghost in Atlanta?"
"I doubt he's real beside that whole grim reaper aesthetic gives me Chud's punisher skull vibes."
"True, so I'm guessing you've been watching me for a while?" said Sam.
"For about two weeks, we tracked you down based on the areas you were most active, which was kinda hard seeing how you been popping up all over the country, but after a while, we found that you was most sighted in New York before geolocating your main haunts based on pictures and sighting of masked people stopping crime around the same time you started fighting it," said Liberty.
"You know that the most effort a woman had ever made at finding me outside of that time, I got lost at Coney Island when I was 8, and my mom freaked out."
Liberty smiled at that "she must be proud of you."
"She certainly would be," said Uncle Sam looking over the city.
"So I'm guessing you know I'm not here just to trade compliments?" Liberty said.
"I kinda figured that, so what are you going to ask me-"
"Team up? Maybe you're as smart as you look." She said as she walked towards the ledge.
"Wait, how will I find you?"
"You won't," said Liberty as she jumped off the ledge, disappearing into the night.
"Fucking Based and Batman Pilled" Uncle Sam
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NEWS & STORIES
NEWS & STORIES
"We can now confirm that there is at least one survivor from the crash of American Airlines Flight 668 in Baja California, and it appears to be the writer Terrance Weaver"
-CNN, November 22, 2024
Weaver looked like a mess when they found him, then again, anyone wouldn't look too great if they narrowly avoided death, the old man was standing on uneasy legs, a dazed and wild look in his eyes, he looked like a castaway, his greying hair wild and unkempt, and the stubble on his round face was close to becoming a beard.
And strangely enough, all around him, written upon the wreckage was wild and frantic writing, as if someone were to have decided to write down their manifesto and lacked the paper...
But what was clear at that moment was that Weaver was alive, but whether or not he was well? Well, that was up debate, and would be for quite some time... And quite the tribulations.
...
"You guys seriously want me to play 'Kill, Marry, Fuck' with the superheroes? Oh you guys gotta be shitting me... I mean like, I'm thinking about it right now, but holy shit you guys..."
-Rita Dalí, Twitch, November 22, 2024
"Well? How did you answer?" Reeves asked her, curious to know just how she had answered the question, trying to hide his amusement at the whole situation, Rita meanwhile, having served alongside him and the old gang back in Afghanistan, doing so as the lone woman in their team, would simply role her eyes, a smirk on her face before she cautiously answered
"Alright, so I'd fuck Black Power" to which Jim Reeves almost spat out his drink "Hey, you wanted an answer, and this was all a hypothetical, like if I had to choose between those three"
"I get it, I get it" Reeves said blushing a little, as she tells him "Calm down Clark Kent" that was a nickname Reeves got in the army, mainly because he looked a lot like Clark Kent, his official callsign actually being "Superman", which was almost a running joke in the team, as they all happened to have been nicknamed after superheroes, save for two of them funnily enough, those two being Louis Sandow "Sandy", who was actually the one who came up with most of the nicknames, and was also annoyed that "Batman" was taken, and that none of them knew who "Sandman" was, confusing them for the Spider-Man villain...
And then there was Bradley Gordon, who'd fetch himself the nickname "Fireman" as that was what he was before joining the army, a fireman in the New York Fire Department, and was a first responder during the attacks on the World Trade Centre, which took out most of his men, and lit a fire under him, motivating Bradley to join the army, where he'd meet the gang...
"Anyway... 'Kill Reaper', but only because all I've got is a silhouette to work with, I don't really have a clue as to what they look like and all, so yeah, I'd kill Reaper... Unless he was hot"
Reeves sat back with a smile, trying to hold in a laugh as it dawned on Rita "...Fine, I'd marry Zeta-Man, or Raincoatman, or whatever the fuck they are calling themselves nowadays"
"...I'm thinking about going with Zeta-Man" he tells her quietly "Raincoatman sounded a little too much like some serial killer name" before asking "...How about you? What'll be yours?"
Rita Dalí said "So, I was playing BioShock Infinite, and in the game, there's this city... They named it after this old, patriotic character, an old symbol... One by the name of Columbia".
...
"We've just received some breaking news, that the North Ireland born convict Emilio Jackson has just escaped police custody and is now somewhere on the run around Las Vegas"
- Las Vegas local news, November 22, 2024
There was spring in the step of the tatted up convict as he stepped foot in Las Vegas, he had tattoos all across his pale and slender body, up and down his arms and reaching his neck, though a beard adorned his face, his electric blue eyes frantic and his smile wicked as he took in the sights "Viva Las Vegas" playing in the headphones he stole from that pig called a cop, the man was almost dancing his way through the streets, of course he changed, fetched (stole) himself some fresher clothes and wasn't in that orange jumpsuit they gave him.
After all, call him a little patriotic, but green was always more of their colour, hence why they gave him the nickname of "Leprechaun", whether Emilio had liked that nickname or not.
He lacked shame and fear, and would see the sights like he was any other tourist, not a man on the run, he'd even snap pictures of himself on that stolen phone, bathed in the glow of neon and flashing signs which made the little hair on his arms stand on end, like a wave of static was gently making its was over him, fuelling him as he went about looking for a thrill.
And he'd find one eventually, which came when he found himself bumping into somebody "Oi, watch we're y'going y'bloody..." he pauses, he noticed their height, at first thinking that he had just bumped into a dwarf, only to realise that they had just came across a child, a small and petite one with dark hair and big, round eyes that looked up at that escaped convict...
"The bloody hell did y'come from? Where's your parents?"
Las Vegas wasn't the kind of place to keep a child... Then he noticed the backpack, a big one at that, and he noticed the expensive gold and diamond chain sticking out of her pocket...
Now, how he managed to chase a kid and not be noticed by anyone, that's up to debate, but what wasn't was that he'd chase 'em all the way to an allyway right next the M&M World, the existence of which had confused them, not the allyway, the existence of an "M&M World", the point is, he was just about to grab that girl by the shoulder and ask her how the hell she had managed to steal that chain, that was until he felt a force throwing him back... He wouldn't call it a weight or anything, but whatever it was, he felt like a rag doll being thrown...
A little winded, Emilio lays flat on his back, and he hears it, this weird sounding voice, it was feminine yet odd, like someone was speaking in an accent, and was looking right at them
"Emilio Jackson" the voice said, as a young, pale woman and a young hispanic man, both teenagers, stepped over him, the boy holding out his hand, as if he was holding them down...
"Son of a bitch" Emilio said, realising that Dexter Ortega really was holding him down... And that Dexter "Jinx" Ortega had himself some superpowers... And so did the pale girl with the blank eyes, that looked right into his' from their elegant, fox-like face, as she tells him without even moving her lips, yet speaking right into his mind "You're just like us... Show us how".
The teenagers and the kid stand back, as they watched Emilio raise his hand... And from a lone, outstretched finger, this bolt of lightning had shot directly up into the warm night sky...
And that was how Emilio met Jinx, Oracle and Lola, the newest instalments of his pet project, and three of the most important people in his life outside of prison... His bestest of friends.
"We can now confirm that there is at least one survivor from the crash of American Airlines Flight 668 in Baja California, and it appears to be the writer Terrance Weaver"
-CNN, November 22, 2024
Weaver looked like a mess when they found him, then again, anyone wouldn't look too great if they narrowly avoided death, the old man was standing on uneasy legs, a dazed and wild look in his eyes, he looked like a castaway, his greying hair wild and unkempt, and the stubble on his round face was close to becoming a beard.
And strangely enough, all around him, written upon the wreckage was wild and frantic writing, as if someone were to have decided to write down their manifesto and lacked the paper...
But what was clear at that moment was that Weaver was alive, but whether or not he was well? Well, that was up debate, and would be for quite some time... And quite the tribulations.
...
"You guys seriously want me to play 'Kill, Marry, Fuck' with the superheroes? Oh you guys gotta be shitting me... I mean like, I'm thinking about it right now, but holy shit you guys..."
-Rita Dalí, Twitch, November 22, 2024
"Well? How did you answer?" Reeves asked her, curious to know just how she had answered the question, trying to hide his amusement at the whole situation, Rita meanwhile, having served alongside him and the old gang back in Afghanistan, doing so as the lone woman in their team, would simply role her eyes, a smirk on her face before she cautiously answered
"Alright, so I'd fuck Black Power" to which Jim Reeves almost spat out his drink "Hey, you wanted an answer, and this was all a hypothetical, like if I had to choose between those three"
"I get it, I get it" Reeves said blushing a little, as she tells him "Calm down Clark Kent" that was a nickname Reeves got in the army, mainly because he looked a lot like Clark Kent, his official callsign actually being "Superman", which was almost a running joke in the team, as they all happened to have been nicknamed after superheroes, save for two of them funnily enough, those two being Louis Sandow "Sandy", who was actually the one who came up with most of the nicknames, and was also annoyed that "Batman" was taken, and that none of them knew who "Sandman" was, confusing them for the Spider-Man villain...
And then there was Bradley Gordon, who'd fetch himself the nickname "Fireman" as that was what he was before joining the army, a fireman in the New York Fire Department, and was a first responder during the attacks on the World Trade Centre, which took out most of his men, and lit a fire under him, motivating Bradley to join the army, where he'd meet the gang...
"Anyway... 'Kill Reaper', but only because all I've got is a silhouette to work with, I don't really have a clue as to what they look like and all, so yeah, I'd kill Reaper... Unless he was hot"
Reeves sat back with a smile, trying to hold in a laugh as it dawned on Rita "...Fine, I'd marry Zeta-Man, or Raincoatman, or whatever the fuck they are calling themselves nowadays"
"...I'm thinking about going with Zeta-Man" he tells her quietly "Raincoatman sounded a little too much like some serial killer name" before asking "...How about you? What'll be yours?"
Rita Dalí said "So, I was playing BioShock Infinite, and in the game, there's this city... They named it after this old, patriotic character, an old symbol... One by the name of Columbia".
...
"We've just received some breaking news, that the North Ireland born convict Emilio Jackson has just escaped police custody and is now somewhere on the run around Las Vegas"
- Las Vegas local news, November 22, 2024
There was spring in the step of the tatted up convict as he stepped foot in Las Vegas, he had tattoos all across his pale and slender body, up and down his arms and reaching his neck, though a beard adorned his face, his electric blue eyes frantic and his smile wicked as he took in the sights "Viva Las Vegas" playing in the headphones he stole from that pig called a cop, the man was almost dancing his way through the streets, of course he changed, fetched (stole) himself some fresher clothes and wasn't in that orange jumpsuit they gave him.
After all, call him a little patriotic, but green was always more of their colour, hence why they gave him the nickname of "Leprechaun", whether Emilio had liked that nickname or not.
He lacked shame and fear, and would see the sights like he was any other tourist, not a man on the run, he'd even snap pictures of himself on that stolen phone, bathed in the glow of neon and flashing signs which made the little hair on his arms stand on end, like a wave of static was gently making its was over him, fuelling him as he went about looking for a thrill.
And he'd find one eventually, which came when he found himself bumping into somebody "Oi, watch we're y'going y'bloody..." he pauses, he noticed their height, at first thinking that he had just bumped into a dwarf, only to realise that they had just came across a child, a small and petite one with dark hair and big, round eyes that looked up at that escaped convict...
"The bloody hell did y'come from? Where's your parents?"
Las Vegas wasn't the kind of place to keep a child... Then he noticed the backpack, a big one at that, and he noticed the expensive gold and diamond chain sticking out of her pocket...
Now, how he managed to chase a kid and not be noticed by anyone, that's up to debate, but what wasn't was that he'd chase 'em all the way to an allyway right next the M&M World, the existence of which had confused them, not the allyway, the existence of an "M&M World", the point is, he was just about to grab that girl by the shoulder and ask her how the hell she had managed to steal that chain, that was until he felt a force throwing him back... He wouldn't call it a weight or anything, but whatever it was, he felt like a rag doll being thrown...
A little winded, Emilio lays flat on his back, and he hears it, this weird sounding voice, it was feminine yet odd, like someone was speaking in an accent, and was looking right at them
"Emilio Jackson" the voice said, as a young, pale woman and a young hispanic man, both teenagers, stepped over him, the boy holding out his hand, as if he was holding them down...
"Son of a bitch" Emilio said, realising that Dexter Ortega really was holding him down... And that Dexter "Jinx" Ortega had himself some superpowers... And so did the pale girl with the blank eyes, that looked right into his' from their elegant, fox-like face, as she tells him without even moving her lips, yet speaking right into his mind "You're just like us... Show us how".
The teenagers and the kid stand back, as they watched Emilio raise his hand... And from a lone, outstretched finger, this bolt of lightning had shot directly up into the warm night sky...
And that was how Emilio met Jinx, Oracle and Lola, the newest instalments of his pet project, and three of the most important people in his life outside of prison... His bestest of friends.