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- The Hub
See, you say this, but all I hear is "Welcome to Revachol", with the 'Ch' pronounced as a hard 'K'.
DoofQuest- a Disney Villains Victorious CK2-Style Quest
- Thread starter Made in Heaven
- Start date
- Crossover
- Location
- Germany
Well, since in official studies the USA has been "scoring" the single largest percentile of the world´s overweight population with 13% (and just slightly below a third of the US populace itself being classified as overweight or even obese), statistically speaking I am not that far off.
But again, I just wanted to broadcast to you a neat idea I was having - granted, I didn´t phrase it the best way at all and feel bad for it.
Not getting that reference at all, sorry.
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- The Hub
It's a line from a game called Disco Elysium. That phonetic pronunciation is used by in-universe racists.
Yes, yes you are that far off. American obesity has many root causes, some of which could theoretically be connected to famine (unsustainable farming practices, corporate bullshit, etc). Portion sizes are not one of them.
The problem is not with how you're expressing your idea, it's that the idea itself is bad.
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weredrago2
"Cowabunga, Shadow the Hedgehog..."
- Location
- Florida
This conversation isn't really relevant to DoofQuest. If I may suggest a topic change?
I have been made aware that we can (loosely) justify the use of Samurai Pizza Cats in Gridlocked. It's a long story and I don't want to bother explaining the whole thing, but do with this knowledge what you will. I know I will!
I have been made aware that we can (loosely) justify the use of Samurai Pizza Cats in Gridlocked. It's a long story and I don't want to bother explaining the whole thing, but do with this knowledge what you will. I know I will!
- Location
- Germany
So essentially you are accusing me of dog-whistling by using a minor detail from a somewhat obscure game...Figures.
Look, I get it: You guys took offense to my wording - probably rightly so - and want to keep your King Size portions.
Fine by me, because I know that I am not nourishing myself all that healthy either - so I am being hypocritical here.
All I wanted in the end - which none of you addressed at all in favor of venting your well-placed anger at me, might I add - was to propose an idea how to stretch our food reserves in times of need.
Think about it - we finally got an opportunity to make business with the Feds. What about us selling the US Army some kind of "metabolism-scrubber"supplement for stretching their MREs way past what they would otherwise be able to support.
Not the worst idea possible, you know?
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- Location
- Somewhere nearby.
The issue would be finding a way to safely do that, messing with someone's metabolism can have some nasty effects, perhaps a side project for Jumba if we have the time.
weredrago2
"Cowabunga, Shadow the Hedgehog..."
- Location
- Florida
Alright, for the sake of getting this conversation to stop I made a preview.
Consider this a shitpost card (like Christopher Robin and Ponyhead) until further notice. I got MiH to watch the show and he enjoys it, but that's no promise they'll appear.
Consider this a shitpost card (like Christopher Robin and Ponyhead) until further notice. I got MiH to watch the show and he enjoys it, but that's no promise they'll appear.
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- Germany
I am not saying that it´d be easy, but at least it would be a profitable and sound idea.
I mean, we made stuff like domesticated dinos work, so why not a metabolism booster once it passed the necessary testings and stuff?
Alright, for the sake of getting this conversation to stop I made a preview.
Consider this a shitpost card (like Christopher Robin and Ponyhead) until further notice. I got MiH to watch the show and he enjoys it, but that's no promise they'll appear.
Hm, not the worst Martial and an actually pretty neat Intrigue, while the rest are admittedly pretty poopy.
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A Serious Chef
- Location
- The Space Between
A Serious Chef
"It'sbeepin' RAW!" Bolton raged at a cowering chef as Hego gazed blandly at his phone as it played through the playlist of "Best Bolton Moments Official_Channel_Real"
Hego shook his head and turned it off. It was hard to reconcile this mountain of filmed pride and rage with the tender and uplifting man that had dismantled Bueno Nacho.
Hego sighed and laid back in his chair. The scene played through his head again as he stared at the ceiling of his apartment:
"You want to cook good food. I can feel it, you do. But you can't keep clinging to the past. Those rules were made in a time that isn't here anymore. Maybe they never even made much sense back then. You can't just rely on what some pissant wrote down in a book about the thing you love! Cooking has rules, but it's an art! You need to make mistakes and learn from them, not keep repeating the same ones other people have already made!" Bolton put a hand on Hego's shoulder. "You're never going to match Auguste Gusteau by making Gusteau's Frozen Foods!"
"it's an art, huh?" Hego muttered to himself. His primary watch beeped where it lay on his nightstand. It was time for dinner.
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"You're never going to match Auguste Gusteau by making Gusteau's Frozen Foods!"
Hego watched the frozen meal spin in the microwave as he thought about what Bolton had said to him. Just following the directions on the back of the box didn't make you a chef, it just meant you were able to prepare pre-packaged meals for others (and yourself, on occasions you were too wounded from a mission to make a public appearance.)
Hego shook the clarification from his head. That wasn't important. It's not like he was physically ill, he just. He just. He hunched his shoulders and rubbed the back of his neck. Who was he even making excuses to? Who even cared?
He looked to the poster of Mr Incredible he'd hung above the microwave for inspiration. The one where he stood, triumphant, with the Metroville skyline guarded beneath his broad shoulders. So many protected by his shadow.
Hego grumbled. Doofania wasn't nearly as populated or dangerous as Metroville had been when Mr Incredible had stepped up, unsponsored, to stop the villain supers where the police were still ill equipped. To step up and save so many lives from the likes of Underminer and Bomb Voyage when they were in their heyday. And what had happened when Doofania had an outbreak of super violence? When he'd had a chance to step up?
Something popped in the microwave, and Hego jumped. He remembered the sizzle, the smell . . .
but no. No. He'd saved civilians too. He had to focus. He slapped his cheeks lightly and murmured, "Focus on the good, Hego. Focus on the good."
He took a deep breath in, closed his eyes and breathed out slowly through his nose, steadying his emotions. Mastering his thoughts.
When he opened his eyes next and looked at his poster, a different memory started to bubble to the surface.
"Going for leisurely, supervillain funded strolls down the cleanest streets in the city, taking cats across the street and helping old ladies down from trees and calling it heroism? Staring at a poster of someone you pretend you could be? Heroism is about putting your life on the line, it's about making the hard choices, it's fighting the good fight against impossible odds. That requires you to be mentally capable of recognizing the odds are impossible!"
Hego chewed lightly on his bottom lip. Hearing Roddy Blair, the King of Lairs, chew him out had really sucked. Yet, affected by a villainous mind machine or not, Roddy Blair was the King of Lairs. He definitely knew what he was talking about.
Hego had always assumed that when the hero said "there's no such thing as impossible odds" that it'd been a true statement full stop.
The way Roddy said it though, it seemed like behind the scenes it didn't always seem that way to the heroes? Did that mean that sometimes the heroes he looked up to . . . lied?
Hego took a sharp breath in and shook his head. No! No, of course not.
It probably meant that although they felt like the odds were impossible, they had to act on the knowledge that it just couldn't be impossible. That they'd have to make it work, even if it seemed impossible.
After all, if the odds weren't stacked so bad would Mr Incredible have truly been Incredible?
Would Boss Awesome have truly been so Awesome?
The microwave hummed noncommittally.
Hego tapped his foot. If they'd felt it was impossible, even for them, then how did they always seem to know what to do even in situations they'd never seen before? How did they manage to pull out heroics even when surprised or caught off guard?
Hego frowned as he noticed the instructions written all over the back of the cardboard he was folding. There were instructions for microwave ovens of various wattage, but none for stove top preparation. None for bonfire preparation. What would he have done if there wasn't a microwave? What would he have done if the instructions weren't there?
The microwave beeped.
He'd "cooked" his meal.
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"You're never going to match Auguste Gusteau by making Gusteau's Frozen Foods!"
Hego chewed while staring into middle space. He'd set the table, because it was good to set the table. He kept his elbows off the table, because it was good to keep your elbows off the table.
He'd been like this since he was young, when he'd been told that good people follow the rules. Hego knew he wasn't well equipped to slug it out in the arenas of paperwork and legalese called "courts", but he'd always made the effort to know at least the gist of as many laws as he could find. Starting with the BSA handbook, the student handbook, then he'd learned the Junior Woodchuck handbook and local traffic laws as best as he could. Hego had never done well at recalling specifics, but after the internet came out it had helped to know where to look for all the information even if he'd failed to memorize it.
Then he'd heard about the Emergency Vigilantism Act passed in Metroville. A rule that let those with strength like his to be heroic! To be good without needing to know all the paperwork by heart like the police had to!
Hego had gathered as much information about superheroes as he could after that. Interviews, news segments, documentaries, retrospectives, podcasts, audiobooks, whatever he could get he'd learn.
And when he grew up, he'd been great!
hadn't he?
A muted snap announced the fact he'd bitten through another fork. Curses. He knew better than to flashback while eating. It never failed to make a mess.
He pulled the napkin off his lap and quietly spit the tines into it. Wouldn't want to disrupt a nice dinner . . .
with himself.
He looked at the broken tines in the napkin. Was he doing all this for himself? Or because it was just another part of the instructions? Imitation of success.
With a deep breath in, Hego sighed as he slid out from the table and deposited both the tines and the fork in the receptacle for metal recycling he kept next to the sink. He slid open the silverware drawer, grabbed a new fork, and went back to his dinner.
Of imitation crab.
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The alarm to go to sleep had gone off nearly an hour ago, and yet another night he failed to actually fall asleep in a reasonable amount of time. He'd always had an easy time going to sleep, even when excited, but this? This feeling that was the opposite of excitement? This dread and emptiness.
Hego shuddered as he stared at his ceiling.
He'd always wanted to do good, and had felt blessed to have the strength to do more than most. Saving cats from trees and helping old ladies, he'd succeeded at that every time. Maybe he was destined to only be able to do that much, now that the villains had won. Weren't the odds just too impossible to do much more than that? When the villains of today didn't allow for heroic speeches before acting out their vile impulses.
Hego wrapped his arms around himself as he teared up. He felt like he had listening to the news out of Metroville before the Emergency Vigilante Act. Like so many were suffering and he could do nothing. He had known at the time he was just a kid, that it was impossible for him to help, but it was just so. So. Wrong. So unjust. To have so much strength and still be helpless.
Mr Incredible had never been helpless. Even the most cunning of traps, even with the most impossible of ransoms, even with whole buildings on fire and a bomb still ticking somewhere, Mr Incredible had never been helpless.
But maybe that was just the public face. Maybe he'd felt helpless in the face of the SRA. Maybe he'd felt helpless too at some point, alone in his room, sleepless again and softly crying.
Hego had never wanted to think that. He'd wanted there to be a way to do something. He'd wanted to be sure that if he followed the rules and did as he was told, he'd always be able to do good with his strength and his heart.
The voice of Roddy Blair chastised him:
"Heroism is about putting your life on the line, it's about making the hard choices, it's fighting the good fight against impossible odds. That requires you to be mentally capable of recognizing the odds are impossible!"
Maybe he hadn't recognized how impossible the odds were. Maybe he'd taken shelter inside rules and codes to avoid facing more news that he was helpless to help with. Maybe he'd been happy to prepare frozen meals rather than cook something new but make a mistake. Maybe he had still only ever been a sous-chef. A side kick. Another wannabe hero taking shelter beneath broader shoulders and stouter hearts than his. Like any number of super kids the greats had had to go out of their way to save when they'd gotten in over their heads and messed something up.
Hego sniffled as he wiped his face with one hand, fingers curling to fist at his side. He hated this. This was awful, and he was done with this.
He set his jaw.
No.
No more. No more crying about it. No more helplessness over it. No more only ever following recipes.
Hego, for the first time in a long time, got up from bed and headed over to his desk past his bedtime. Not for an excusable emergency, no, but because he felt like it!
The screen of his computer booted up to the same playlist he'd been playing on his phone, "Best Bolton Moments Official_Channel_Real"
Hego sucked on his teeth for a moment, thinking about who to look up instead or . . . or maybe
"You want to cook good food. I can feel it, you do. But you can't keep clinging to the past. Cooking has rules, but it's an art! You need to make mistakes and learn from them, not keep repeating the same ones other people have already made!"
Perhaps he'd allowed the rule to never look into a super's alternate identity (except in the case of a cross-group team up against a threat to significant for any one of them to defeat on their own) to hide too much of the reality of hero work from him. His polite avoidance of looking into the sorts of events cited by the SRA. His total faith in the good of laws.Maybe He'd definitely let the rules of Bueno Nacho force him to serve borderline dangerous food to people that deserved better than that. A better class of cuisine! One that might burn him, or shock him, or hurt his heart when they said it was over salted or overdone but at least something to call his own! Not just some imitation crab man scuttling around helping grandmas from trees and cats cross the streets!
Perhaps it was past his bedtime . . . but no! No more moping! It was time to get into cooking!
He typed: "How to get into cooking?" in the search bar, and then in a second tab typed in "superhero mistakes". Just because he'd be cooking first didn't mean he couldn't still research his hobby.
The first tab found the sort of thing he was looking for immediately. Pages and pages of written or filmed chefs talking about how they felt when cooking and how they approached their art. The ones he liked best seemed to be answering a slightly different question, so without hesitation he changed the query to "Why get into cooking?". He could already tell this was going to be a hands on kind of art he'd like more than the prose and calligraphy classes he'd taken for their adjacency to law.
The second tab unfortunately didn't. It was giving him the same blooper reels and highlight compilations he kept bookmarked for whenever he felt like he'd massively embarrassed himself in public. He knew he wanted something different though. Something perhaps a bit rude to look into, and definitely not fun or reassuring. Yet after hesitating for a moment, he typed
"serious"
and pressed the enter key
"It's
Hego shook his head and turned it off. It was hard to reconcile this mountain of filmed pride and rage with the tender and uplifting man that had dismantled Bueno Nacho.
Hego sighed and laid back in his chair. The scene played through his head again as he stared at the ceiling of his apartment:
"You want to cook good food. I can feel it, you do. But you can't keep clinging to the past. Those rules were made in a time that isn't here anymore. Maybe they never even made much sense back then. You can't just rely on what some pissant wrote down in a book about the thing you love! Cooking has rules, but it's an art! You need to make mistakes and learn from them, not keep repeating the same ones other people have already made!" Bolton put a hand on Hego's shoulder. "You're never going to match Auguste Gusteau by making Gusteau's Frozen Foods!"
"it's an art, huh?" Hego muttered to himself. His primary watch beeped where it lay on his nightstand. It was time for dinner.
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"You're never going to match Auguste Gusteau by making Gusteau's Frozen Foods!"
Hego watched the frozen meal spin in the microwave as he thought about what Bolton had said to him. Just following the directions on the back of the box didn't make you a chef, it just meant you were able to prepare pre-packaged meals for others (and yourself, on occasions you were too wounded from a mission to make a public appearance.)
Hego shook the clarification from his head. That wasn't important. It's not like he was physically ill, he just. He just. He hunched his shoulders and rubbed the back of his neck. Who was he even making excuses to? Who even cared?
He looked to the poster of Mr Incredible he'd hung above the microwave for inspiration. The one where he stood, triumphant, with the Metroville skyline guarded beneath his broad shoulders. So many protected by his shadow.
Hego grumbled. Doofania wasn't nearly as populated or dangerous as Metroville had been when Mr Incredible had stepped up, unsponsored, to stop the villain supers where the police were still ill equipped. To step up and save so many lives from the likes of Underminer and Bomb Voyage when they were in their heyday. And what had happened when Doofania had an outbreak of super violence? When he'd had a chance to step up?
Something popped in the microwave, and Hego jumped. He remembered the sizzle, the smell . . .
but no. No. He'd saved civilians too. He had to focus. He slapped his cheeks lightly and murmured, "Focus on the good, Hego. Focus on the good."
He took a deep breath in, closed his eyes and breathed out slowly through his nose, steadying his emotions. Mastering his thoughts.
When he opened his eyes next and looked at his poster, a different memory started to bubble to the surface.
"Going for leisurely, supervillain funded strolls down the cleanest streets in the city, taking cats across the street and helping old ladies down from trees and calling it heroism? Staring at a poster of someone you pretend you could be? Heroism is about putting your life on the line, it's about making the hard choices, it's fighting the good fight against impossible odds. That requires you to be mentally capable of recognizing the odds are impossible!"
Hego chewed lightly on his bottom lip. Hearing Roddy Blair, the King of Lairs, chew him out had really sucked. Yet, affected by a villainous mind machine or not, Roddy Blair was the King of Lairs. He definitely knew what he was talking about.
Hego had always assumed that when the hero said "there's no such thing as impossible odds" that it'd been a true statement full stop.
The way Roddy said it though, it seemed like behind the scenes it didn't always seem that way to the heroes? Did that mean that sometimes the heroes he looked up to . . . lied?
Hego took a sharp breath in and shook his head. No! No, of course not.
It probably meant that although they felt like the odds were impossible, they had to act on the knowledge that it just couldn't be impossible. That they'd have to make it work, even if it seemed impossible.
After all, if the odds weren't stacked so bad would Mr Incredible have truly been Incredible?
Would Boss Awesome have truly been so Awesome?
The microwave hummed noncommittally.
Hego tapped his foot. If they'd felt it was impossible, even for them, then how did they always seem to know what to do even in situations they'd never seen before? How did they manage to pull out heroics even when surprised or caught off guard?
Hego frowned as he noticed the instructions written all over the back of the cardboard he was folding. There were instructions for microwave ovens of various wattage, but none for stove top preparation. None for bonfire preparation. What would he have done if there wasn't a microwave? What would he have done if the instructions weren't there?
The microwave beeped.
He'd "cooked" his meal.
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"You're never going to match Auguste Gusteau by making Gusteau's Frozen Foods!"
Hego chewed while staring into middle space. He'd set the table, because it was good to set the table. He kept his elbows off the table, because it was good to keep your elbows off the table.
He'd been like this since he was young, when he'd been told that good people follow the rules. Hego knew he wasn't well equipped to slug it out in the arenas of paperwork and legalese called "courts", but he'd always made the effort to know at least the gist of as many laws as he could find. Starting with the BSA handbook, the student handbook, then he'd learned the Junior Woodchuck handbook and local traffic laws as best as he could. Hego had never done well at recalling specifics, but after the internet came out it had helped to know where to look for all the information even if he'd failed to memorize it.
Then he'd heard about the Emergency Vigilantism Act passed in Metroville. A rule that let those with strength like his to be heroic! To be good without needing to know all the paperwork by heart like the police had to!
Hego had gathered as much information about superheroes as he could after that. Interviews, news segments, documentaries, retrospectives, podcasts, audiobooks, whatever he could get he'd learn.
And when he grew up, he'd been great!
hadn't he?
A muted snap announced the fact he'd bitten through another fork. Curses. He knew better than to flashback while eating. It never failed to make a mess.
He pulled the napkin off his lap and quietly spit the tines into it. Wouldn't want to disrupt a nice dinner . . .
with himself.
He looked at the broken tines in the napkin. Was he doing all this for himself? Or because it was just another part of the instructions? Imitation of success.
With a deep breath in, Hego sighed as he slid out from the table and deposited both the tines and the fork in the receptacle for metal recycling he kept next to the sink. He slid open the silverware drawer, grabbed a new fork, and went back to his dinner.
Of imitation crab.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
The alarm to go to sleep had gone off nearly an hour ago, and yet another night he failed to actually fall asleep in a reasonable amount of time. He'd always had an easy time going to sleep, even when excited, but this? This feeling that was the opposite of excitement? This dread and emptiness.
Hego shuddered as he stared at his ceiling.
He'd always wanted to do good, and had felt blessed to have the strength to do more than most. Saving cats from trees and helping old ladies, he'd succeeded at that every time. Maybe he was destined to only be able to do that much, now that the villains had won. Weren't the odds just too impossible to do much more than that? When the villains of today didn't allow for heroic speeches before acting out their vile impulses.
Hego wrapped his arms around himself as he teared up. He felt like he had listening to the news out of Metroville before the Emergency Vigilante Act. Like so many were suffering and he could do nothing. He had known at the time he was just a kid, that it was impossible for him to help, but it was just so. So. Wrong. So unjust. To have so much strength and still be helpless.
Mr Incredible had never been helpless. Even the most cunning of traps, even with the most impossible of ransoms, even with whole buildings on fire and a bomb still ticking somewhere, Mr Incredible had never been helpless.
But maybe that was just the public face. Maybe he'd felt helpless in the face of the SRA. Maybe he'd felt helpless too at some point, alone in his room, sleepless again and softly crying.
Hego had never wanted to think that. He'd wanted there to be a way to do something. He'd wanted to be sure that if he followed the rules and did as he was told, he'd always be able to do good with his strength and his heart.
The voice of Roddy Blair chastised him:
"Heroism is about putting your life on the line, it's about making the hard choices, it's fighting the good fight against impossible odds. That requires you to be mentally capable of recognizing the odds are impossible!"
Maybe he hadn't recognized how impossible the odds were. Maybe he'd taken shelter inside rules and codes to avoid facing more news that he was helpless to help with. Maybe he'd been happy to prepare frozen meals rather than cook something new but make a mistake. Maybe he had still only ever been a sous-chef. A side kick. Another wannabe hero taking shelter beneath broader shoulders and stouter hearts than his. Like any number of super kids the greats had had to go out of their way to save when they'd gotten in over their heads and messed something up.
Hego sniffled as he wiped his face with one hand, fingers curling to fist at his side. He hated this. This was awful, and he was done with this.
He set his jaw.
No.
No more. No more crying about it. No more helplessness over it. No more only ever following recipes.
Hego, for the first time in a long time, got up from bed and headed over to his desk past his bedtime. Not for an excusable emergency, no, but because he felt like it!
The screen of his computer booted up to the same playlist he'd been playing on his phone, "Best Bolton Moments Official_Channel_Real"
Hego sucked on his teeth for a moment, thinking about who to look up instead or . . . or maybe
"You want to cook good food. I can feel it, you do. But you can't keep clinging to the past. Cooking has rules, but it's an art! You need to make mistakes and learn from them, not keep repeating the same ones other people have already made!"
Perhaps he'd allowed the rule to never look into a super's alternate identity (except in the case of a cross-group team up against a threat to significant for any one of them to defeat on their own) to hide too much of the reality of hero work from him. His polite avoidance of looking into the sorts of events cited by the SRA. His total faith in the good of laws.
Perhaps it was past his bedtime . . . but no! No more moping! It was time to get into cooking!
He typed: "How to get into cooking?" in the search bar, and then in a second tab typed in "superhero mistakes". Just because he'd be cooking first didn't mean he couldn't still research his hobby.
The first tab found the sort of thing he was looking for immediately. Pages and pages of written or filmed chefs talking about how they felt when cooking and how they approached their art. The ones he liked best seemed to be answering a slightly different question, so without hesitation he changed the query to "Why get into cooking?". He could already tell this was going to be a hands on kind of art he'd like more than the prose and calligraphy classes he'd taken for their adjacency to law.
The second tab unfortunately didn't. It was giving him the same blooper reels and highlight compilations he kept bookmarked for whenever he felt like he'd massively embarrassed himself in public. He knew he wanted something different though. Something perhaps a bit rude to look into, and definitely not fun or reassuring. Yet after hesitating for a moment, he typed
"serious"
and pressed the enter key
An Omake to send off our precious goodhearted glassjaw <3
Hego is an interesting character, and while I've never seen him as being able to advance at DEI I do think I want to see him grow as the manager/chef for Bueno Nacho. There are plenty of high powered foodie-fighters in that sort of business, and I suspect learning how to approach Art as opposed to a hard-and-fast-structure through the lens of cooking will be wonderful for him. Perhaps Middleton will gain a place for supers with good hearts and low prospects to wash out into. Another time, another place, Hego is the sort of hero that would have made a wonderful rival.
I don't want to hire or sponsor Hego's super career, of course, but depending on how successful he can manage his restaurant and hobby perhaps a chain location in Doofania wouldn't be out of the question. Having a central location for heroic supers to organize post-SRA repeal sounds helpful for diplomacy and negotiation, especially given how much overlap we have with them in regards to civilian safety and infrastructure protection. No idea how Shego plans to handle the outbreak of "super dorks" that will surely crop up post repeal, but centralizing where they organize is a good step to minimize casualties and better manage heroic disruptions to operations.
Hego is an interesting character, and while I've never seen him as being able to advance at DEI I do think I want to see him grow as the manager/chef for Bueno Nacho. There are plenty of high powered foodie-fighters in that sort of business, and I suspect learning how to approach Art as opposed to a hard-and-fast-structure through the lens of cooking will be wonderful for him. Perhaps Middleton will gain a place for supers with good hearts and low prospects to wash out into. Another time, another place, Hego is the sort of hero that would have made a wonderful rival.
I don't want to hire or sponsor Hego's super career, of course, but depending on how successful he can manage his restaurant and hobby perhaps a chain location in Doofania wouldn't be out of the question. Having a central location for heroic supers to organize post-SRA repeal sounds helpful for diplomacy and negotiation, especially given how much overlap we have with them in regards to civilian safety and infrastructure protection. No idea how Shego plans to handle the outbreak of "super dorks" that will surely crop up post repeal, but centralizing where they organize is a good step to minimize casualties and better manage heroic disruptions to operations.
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- Location
- Somewhere nearby.
You know with all of the talk about the famine, I wonder what happened to all of the government cheese? For those who don't know the US government has an absolutely monstrous surplus of cheese to distribute in case of an emergency. Admittedly a lot if it is kept in some caves in Missouri so it got swallowed up by the wasteland but I doubt they kept it all in one place.
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I am guessing that was the giant cheese thing in Milwaukee that Drakken wrecked in episode 1x06 of Kim Possible, titled Bueno Nacho.
Oddly enough, I also just discovered that Ned is actually a canon character. Somehow, that came as a surprise.
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- Location
- Somewhere nearby.
So Drakken's bumbling played a role in the famine, why am I not surprised?
weredrago2
"Cowabunga, Shadow the Hedgehog..."
- Location
- Florida
With the loss of federal power, the vitality of the government cheese was critically weakened. It is currently biding its time for a resurgence.
- Location
- Somewhere nearby.
Now we have something to collab with the government on.
- Location
- The Hub
BEHOLD THE...uh...MILK SEPARATOR-INATOR!
- Location
- California
The-stronger-cheese-inator!: Boy oh boy oh boy, do you love a good, strong ,and pungent cheese. There's just something so...cheesey about it, like the raw essence of cheese has been condensed far greater than otherwise possible. Whatever the case, you have a burning need to share such joys with as much of doofainia as possible!
Effect: all of doofainia's cheese will stink like hell, lowering public opinion. However, they cant deny that the strengthened nutrients in your cheese has done wonders for your people's health(increases PMC foe malus by 3)
Effect: all of doofainia's cheese will stink like hell, lowering public opinion. However, they cant deny that the strengthened nutrients in your cheese has done wonders for your people's health(increases PMC foe malus by 3)
- Location
- USA
Gimme-Gimme-Inator (good): Two kings are picked at random. You gain the rewards of one of their successful stewardship or learning actions from each of them.
Gimme-Gimme-Inator (bad): Two kings are picked at random. They each gain the rewards of one of your successful stewardship or learning actions.
Gimme-Gimme-Inator (bad): Two kings are picked at random. They each gain the rewards of one of your successful stewardship or learning actions.
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- I He Him His
Something I just remembered was that a live action Underdog film was made by Disney. Since it takes place in modern day is Simin Bar Sinister a possible villain in Gridlocked?
Lab_Accident
A 2D 1D4
- Location
- Your dreams
What about Luca? How does fish-monster people fit in with the ruins of Atlantis being just off the coast of Danville?
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- He/They
When does Luca fit in the timeline anyways? It feels a bit closer to Classic to me with how low-tech the setting seems, but that might just be a small-town thing.
weredrago2
"Cowabunga, Shadow the Hedgehog..."
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- Florida
I looked it up. Luca takes place in the 50s/60s. It's just a small town.
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- Mid-Atlantic
In my headcanon, the original cartoon version of Underdog happened at the very beginning of the Golden Age, with both Underdog and his antagonists having passed into history before the Golden Age could end.
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- Two hours away
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- He/Him
Doof believes he is independent from the US of A. That's not the case but I looked at a PDF and a National Geographic webpage to check what Doof would need to get his own country. It's less complicated than I thought it would be, but there are a few hurdles to jump through for Doofania to get put on a map.
Silent Grove's 4ish turn plan/outline/thing for an internationally recognized Doofania
Silent Grove's 4ish turn plan/outline/thing for an internationally recognized Doofania
[ ] Officially Rejoin the US Government – The requirements for sovereignty are vague, but the most generally agreed upon method of becoming a nation is to have other nations agree you are one. DEI cannot compete with the hard and soft political power of the US, so to get a country Doof needs to admit he currently lacks one. (D)
[ ] Figure out how to actually run a government – COFFEE JAVA can do logistics. (S)
[ ] Research Greco-Roman Terraforming + [ ] Follow ups – Why buy an island when you can make one? (L+S's)
[ ] Sequence crop genomes + [ ] Follow ups – A requirement of civilization is a surplus of food. (L+L's)
[ ] (Insert preferred energy source here) – Self Sufficiency. (L)
[ ] Reach out to Shere Khan + Follow ups – Building an Island nation in the middle of international waters could mess with shipping lanes. (D+D)
[ ] UN? – Send them a memo about the island as a PA
[ ] Build island (S)
[ ] Offer Incentives to move there – Need permanent residents for a nation (D)
[ ] Make PMC into M (M)
[ ] Make Government (S)
Lord Ultimus
Beautiful...
- Location
- Undisclosed Warehouse