Czlyydwr Llrngwl
"Sell ya a door Learn gull," Czly/Celly for short
- Location
- Where the Beef is
- Pronouns
- Any
edit: Ah dammit, there was another page, in which the vote was called.
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Would You Look At The Time! (Worm/Ben 10)
Pho names:
RedWingedBlueBird (verified bird)
IMayBeWrong
Cruzter
RedWingedBlueBird (verified bird)
IMayBeWrong
Cruzter
- Location
- Venezuela
PHO Names:
- TheUnmaskedTruth (Verified Conspiracionist)
- StillHot
- TrashingShip (Verified Shipper)
- MachoMcMuscles
Silently Watches
Professional Stalker
- Location
- Right behind you
I'm on phone, but maybe someone on a computer could try the rolz.com roller? It's been more consistent for me on a few occasions. The SV roller I've found tends to role low
Czlyydwr Llrngwl
"Sell ya a door Learn gull," Czly/Celly for short
- Location
- Where the Beef is
- Pronouns
- Any
I suspect ... I think this would be confirmation bias? ... is also involved - when the rolls are good, people remember what happened in the quest and they're a side note, when the rolls are bad, people remember those cursed rolls that made things go wrong.
Grue
滅亡迅雷
- Location
- -
From my experience running a quest entirely dictated by the whims of the dice, the dice gods choose whatever they consider more amusing at the time, between the way-too-appropriate rolls, the time the dice completely anticlimaxed my plans, and the acceleration and rerailing of the plot just before that quest died.
Lunaryon
Dual Aurora Wave
- Pronouns
- She/Her
Alright, so I've got the PHO snippet about half done, but I'm struggling to think of some realistic reactions to well...
so if anyone wants to throw some ideas of what people would say to Greg over this that would be apreciated
Chapter that hasn't happened yet said:
so if anyone wants to throw some ideas of what people would say to Greg over this that would be apreciated
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- Location
- Around
"Uha, right. Sure Void.
Anyways back to real people conversations...."
- Location
- Venezuela
- TheUnmaskedTruth (Verified Conspiracionist)
Of course, that is only assuming that Mothman is a singular individual and not a race. In that case, your theory has a 24.7% probabilities of be accurate.
A more thorough investigation is necessary. I will keep you guys informed of my progress."
Yes, he is Internet Question. Fight me.
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Nano Soldier
Seeker of Freedom
- Location
- Stoke, England, United Kingdom
So, question we need to consider: would Ziz attack Vilgax's ship? If yes, she might solve our problem for us.
- Location
- Around
Vilgax ate an Elder God, I don't think that Ziz will be to much of a problem for him if he actually set his sights on her.
- Location
- United States of America
I'm pretty sure she would not attack his ship unless she somehow thought that him being stranded on Earth would be a huge boon to her plans. I also don't think she would be able to easily kill him without the help of tinker tech or the help of a parahuman with a power that is useful for that end.
Losing Trinkets, Finding Threads, and whatever the fuck happened to your best friend
Lunaryon
Dual Aurora Wave
- Pronouns
- She/Her
You barely manage to fight down an entirely exhausted yawn as you give the Camp's bus driver a slow, half hearted wave. Pulling the straps of your bag tight on your shoulder, you start to trudge up the steps of the patio, carefully stepping over the rotten step that has been there since before... It's been that way for years, and Dad has never gotten around to fixing it. Mom kept bugging him about it, but there were always other repairs that needed repair more.
Stumbling through the door, you sling your bag onto a nearby chair before just collapsing over face first onto the couch. For a long moment you stay there, just sort of pretending that you don't exist, before you push yourself up with a groan and shuffle back over to the front door, closing and locking it.
God... you are so exhausted, you think as you flop back onto the couch. Between the arrival of the cops and the heroes after you managed to fight off Vilgax's drones, the way that they questioned everyone about everything that they could think of, and your fears that the... the Alien Warlord was going to end up sending more of those things at any moment, you barely managed to get any sleep at all.
That would be bad enough on it's own, but it was almost as if that squid faced alien wasn't satisfied with filling your waking hours with worry, but that he also needed to plague your dreams as well. Of course, the warlord wasn't the only thing that you had nightmares about either. Images of transforming into any number of different alien forms that you had seen in movies and games and books, and either being stuck that way...
Or losing yourself to the instincts of the alien... or transforming into an alien that wasn't smart enough to have a mind...
Those were images that crept through your mind during those few dreams that didn't feature Vilgax.
Suffice to say, you were completely and totally exhausted, and there was nothing that you would like more than to spend an hour or two laying in bed and pretending to be an inanimate object.
That would be so awesome.
...
...
However... you can't do that, at least not right now. You have things that you really should be doing. With an irritated moan, you slowly push yourself up off the couch, before grabbing your bag and you trudge up the stairs, before you inch open your bedroom door and do nearly the same thing, only this time you collapse onto your bed, bag in tow.
You roll over, unzipping the bag, and just dumping everything out so that you can sort through it all. Clothes, clean and dirty alike, go into one pile so that you can get them washed later because honestly right now you can't be bothered to tell the difference between them. Mess kit goes over to one side so that that too can get washed, then comes the more boring bits of camping gear.
Next is the photo album you had put together - it had a picture of you with the rest of the Councillors in Training, one with you and the whole of the staff, then there is one for each of the eight weeks with each of the classes that you had helped teach, as well as a pretty massive amount that you had ended up taking over the near three months that you had been gone.
Finally there was... was... The bag was empty. There wasn't anything else in it. Your mother's copy of 'To Kill a Mockingbird' wasn't there. Neither was the silver arrowhead that you had found to give to your dad, or the beautiful chunk of amber that you had found and planned to give to Emma.
You stared at the blank spot on the bed where those things should have been for a few moments, trying to keep the tears from blurring your vision, but it was a pointless endeavour, even as you wipe at your eyes with a hand. Pushing everything on the bed over to one side, you just...
You give up. For the moment at least.
Rolling over, you give a soft shuddering sob, but it isn't long before the warmth and the familiarity of home lulls you into a dreamless sleep.
...
...
...
...
With a soft yawn, you sit up, a hand rubbing at your eye for a moment before the world starts to tilt, and with a soft "Woaaah!" You crash to the ground. "Uuugggh..." You groan out, before pulling yourself back up to your feet and glancing around the room. You didn't mean to fall asleep, but really, you feel a whole lot better than you did before.
Shaking the rest of the sleep from your eyes, you gather up the pile of clothing and take it down to the wash room. There, you spot a clock and realize that your little nap was just over two hours, as it was now 11:20 - that means that you still have plenty of time to do the rest of the things that you need to get done today, so that's a plus.
Starting up a load of clothes, you take a few moments to stretch out, then grab something to eat out of the kitchen, and then it's out the door to handle the rest of your day.
Luckily for you, the nearest bus stop is only three and a half blocks from your house, and thankfully it's one of the safer ones. Due to how it runs right by the PRT building, neither of the major gangs tends to mess with particular line, and it's particularly ran occurrence that you see a member of the colors-wearing Merchants on the bus. You don't know how they manage to keep the drug dealers off of the bus, but you are thankful for it none the less.
Because of that, your trip on the bus is nice and relatively calm, and it doesn't take too long before you arrive at the Brockton Bay North Side Library. The library is a long squat building, it's bricks a deep maroon color, and for as long as you can remember, you've always thought that the building looked... angry, for a lack of a better word. Like it's glaring out at the world around it and demanding to know why it is the way that it is. Mom had always thought that was an odd description, but she also didn't exactly disagree.
Almost in contrast to how angry the outside is, the inside of the Library seems almost... depressed. The walls are an unseemly grey, and both of the librarians drudge about as if they hate each and every person that they see here. Mom had been one of the few people who could get the Librarians to smile, and to be completely truthful, you don't think that you have seen them smile since she died...
Of course, you can't say that you have been the most attentive since then, but that is entirely besides the point. What does matter is the fact that there is almost always a computer open and available in the computer lab for someone like you, someone who has terrible internet at home, to be able to peruse and browse about on sites that are a bit more internet intensive... even if they don't seem to have any reason to be.
Now on what is a completely and totally unrelated note-
The Parahuman Online Forum, more commonly known as PHO is an absolute mess of a site - part forum, part wiki, part video hosting service, all of it dedicated to the world wide phenomenon known as Parahumans. Those humans who have somehow, someway managed to develop strange superhuman abilities. While the exact how and why are still heavily debated even thirty years after the first super humans came into the public awareness, it was clear even back then in the eighties that this was the direction that mankind was moving in, for better or for worse.
Thus, even in those early days before the development of the internet, people where already clamoring for more and more information about them. PHO was originally designed as the most basic of text boards, and over the years it grew with the internet itself, so maybe it's not completely surprising that the site is a bit archaic, but the site runs perfectly fine, other than the fact that it simply refuses to lead when you try and use your piddly internet connection.
Settling down in one of the dirty and stained chairs, your fingers dance across the keys, and soon enough you spot exactly what you are looking for. Given the presence of Camp Crystal River on PHO, that's actually how you managed to first find the camp all those years ago, it isn't surprising that the Camp Director posted a thread about the attack. It's a little more surprising that the thread already has four pages, since it's not even been a day... but you know, it will be pretty interesting to see what people think of the attack, particularly given how much more aware of things you are then they are. After all, you doubt that anyone will guess that it was some kind of alien drone sent by an interstellar alien warlord in order to get a magic watch.
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In: Boards ► Locations ► North America ► Camp Crystal Rivers
SolErica (Original Poster) (Veteran Member) (Moderator: Camp Crystal River)
Posted On Aug 29th 2009:
This is a general notice to everyone that last night, August 28th, 2009, Camp Crystal River was attacked by an unknown Parahuman force, which deployed multiple robotic assailants.
Thankfully, due to both the Campers keeping to proper emergency procedures and the actions of an unrecognized Parahuman, there were only minor injuries.
It is currently unknown what the Parahuman force that attacked was after, however two of the three Robots that we know to have been sent were disabled by said unrecognized Parahuman, and were taken by the Parahuman Response Team.
Unfortunately, due to the damages caused, Camp Crystal River will not be able to host the North East Climbers Association Refuge this fall.
The Camp is currently assessing damages and working with our Insurance company in order to release the funds to refund those who have preregistered for the Refuge.
At this time we cannot say for certain if the camp will be able to host the David Anders Annual Medhall Winter Getaway as we have the past fifteen years, however we shall do our best to be back in working condition before that occurs. More information shall become available as things develop.
- Eric Campbel
Camp Crystal River Head Director
EDIT: Thanks to both our security systems and the efforts of Head Councillor Lilliana Snyder, we now have images of both the attacking robots and the unknown Parahuman who interfered.
EDIT2: While one of the Drones and the Lead Robot have both been taken into PRT custody, we were unable to locate the third robot. However, we received a call this morning stating that they not only found the remains of the third robot, but also discovered an artificial pod which the PRT believes contains something that the Robots were looking for.
Large Robot
Large Robot 2
Drone 1
Drone 2
Exploded Drone Remains
Tinker Pod
Unknown Parahuman
Unknown Parahuman 2
Unknown Parahuman 3
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►Bagrat (The Guy in the Know) (Veteran Member)
Replied On Aug 29th 2009:
Well first of all, I'm glad to hear that there were not any major injuries, but hoo boy...
One of my contacts managed to get me a few pictures of that larger drone. I can't even imagine how terrifying that must have been for you and the others at the camp.
►LargeNathaniel
Replied On Aug 29th 2009:
Minor injuries?
What kind of injuries are minor injuries when there is a giant robot rampaging through the camp?
►LilliLollita (Moderator: Camp Crystal River)
Replied On Aug 29th 2009:
The only injury that is actually noteworthy was one Damien Dodderedge, who ended up panicking when the robot first appeared and ended up sprinting headfirst into a wall.
The Camp Medical Staff diagnosed him with a minor concussion and likely a few microfractures to his skull.
Discounting those, a few campers ended up with a few minor scrapes and cuts, as well as a larger than normal amount of splinters than the average year. Thankfully we drill emergency procedures at the start of every camping session so we were able to prevent an overt amount of panicking.
Also, Eric. Check your Emails, I sent you as many of the images I could cleanly pull from the Security, as well as the images I took when we spoke with the cape before they left.
►noodlerevolutionary (Banned)
Replied On Aug 29th 2009:
Holy Shit. When you said that it was an unidentified cape, I had thought you meant a new trigger or something, not some giant flying cape 53.
►XxVoid_CowboyxX
Replied On Aug 29th 2009:
NO.
WAY.
That's not a cape!
That's Mothman! You guys got saved by Mothman! Those robots must have like, wandered into his territory or something.
►TheWarofIron (Verified Cape) (Not at War)
Replied On Aug 29th 2009:
Dude. Void. Dude.
Mothman is a Cryptid. People have never been able to prove that Mothman exists. Calling that poor Parahuman some derogatory name like that is just uncool.
►TheUnmaskedTruth (Verified Conspiracionist)
Replied On Aug 29th 2009:
I'll have to disagree with you on this one, Void. Mothman is currently busy monitoring the sales operations of the Girl Scouts of Sierra Nevada and the group's plans to take over Lake Tahoe to invoke the giant space whale that will take humanity to the next evolutionary level.
Of course, that is only assuming that Mothman is a singular individual and not a race. In that case, your theory has a 24.7% probabilities of be accurate.
A more thorough investigation is necessary. I will keep you guys informed of my progress.
►RedWingedBlueBird (Verified Birb)
Replied On Aug 29th 2009:
I mean...
No?
Cryptids as just as real as they have ever been?
But much more importantly.
No. Void, there is no way that was Mothman for several reasons, not the least of which being the fact that this is way out of Mothman's territory.
Also, how sure are we that's a Mothman and not a Mothwoman
►『 』 (Kyushu Survivor)
Replied On Aug 29th 2009:
You know, I once imagined what it would be like for Void and Unmasked to meet...
and now, I wish I had not.
►XxVoid_CowboyxX
Replied On Aug 29th 2009:
Actually, thinking about it, is there anyone here who knows stuff about bugs and all that?
How would you even tell the difference between a boy moth and a girl moth?
►Pipeworker
Replied On Aug 29th 2009:
...I cannot even begin to explain how much I hate you right now for that question.
I decided to go and look up the answer to your question, and all I got for my troubles was a bunch of images of bugs that were way too close to the camera for my sanity.
I don't think I'm going to be able to sleep at all tonight.
►Zaza the Shadow (Unverified Cape)
Replied On Aug 29th 2009:
Look, from what I know, most species you can't tell the differences between genders, but even then for those species that you can tell the differences between them, you really need to have examples of both genders on hand to be able to cleanly tell.
That's not even touching on the fact that you are starting to treat a Case53 like zhir an animal. Which is totally not cool.
►PhenixPhyre (Verified Cape) (Protectorate 616)
Replied On Aug 29th 2009:
Za... just please.
Don't.
This is a thread about the attack on the Camp and to a lesser extent about the Tinker Robots that attacked a whole bunch of children.
Once someone puts up another thread about the new Cape, particularly if he or she decides to make an account or something of the like, then we can focus on trying to puzzle out which gender the moth person wises to use and what kind of pronouns and things are proper.
For now, let's get the train back on it's tracks okay?
Do we know if anyone has claimed responsibility for the attack yet?
►XxVoid_CowboyxX
Replied On Aug 29th 2009:
I mean, what kind of Tinker could have even created those things. From looking at the pictures, those robots are HUGE.
Like, how would anyone make these things without being noticed?
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►Pelicannon (Verified PRT Agent) (Verified Launcher)
Replied On Aug 30th 2009:
So... We managed to finally defrost and pop open the larger of the two machines that attacked the camp, and much to our surprise, it turns out that the insides have been practically put through a grater.
Everything in the chest is shredded - it looks like a rabid animal that can claw through metal went wild inside of here.
If this is the work of the cape who stopped these things, then that's pretty impressive, even if I haven't the slightest clue how that would have been achieved.
►Dagoth (Circle Affiliate)
Replied On Aug 30th 2009:
So... just to make sure I am understanding the picture that you are drawing here...
You are saying that this like, multiple story tall robot was frozen in place, and then, while it was frozen that bug cape got inside of the robot and tore it apart before somehow getting out of the robot without anyone seeing it?
That's... that is scary.
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Across the four pages of the thread, there was a lot of discussion over who had created the robots and who had sent them to the camp. Arguments about whether this person could have made them, or if this other person had a motivation.
You had no idea that Miss Snyder had taken so many pictures, not only of the robots, but also of your alien form. However, it's clear that no one seems to have noticed the watch or brought attention to it, and no one has said anything that is both crazy sounding and true...
It'll probably be a good idea to keep an eye on this thread in the future, but for the moment it all seems to be fine. Logging off, you give a small smile to the scowling Librarian and start jogging down the road, thankfully Emma's house isn't too far away from the library.
You head up the street, and you can already see the bright white of Emma's house, along with the tall beige fence that her father put up around their lawn. Even from here, you can spot the bright red flare of Emma's hair, even though it looks like your best friend might have gotten a hair cut since you went down to camp. She's standing next to someone by their door, a dusky skinned girl in blacks and greys.
Slipping through the gate, you start up the cobblestone path to the house, "Hey Emma!" You cry out with a smile, glad to see that despite the dropped call and the way that she's refused to come to the phone since hasn't completely changed your best friend.
"Who the Fuck are you?" The other girl asked, her features sharp and pinched in a rather spiteful looking manner. You come to a stop, blinking a little, absolutely confused by the question.
"I'm Emma's friend. We've been friends for years?"
"Really?" The girl said with a smirk, crossing her arms.
You see Emma cringe, even as she tries to hide it.
"Yeah," You reply, "Really." Turning to your best friend, "So what's going on Emma? I haven't heard from you in... months, and your Mom said that you weren't up for taking calls?"
The red haired girl seems to pause for a moment, glancing between you and the other girl, with the absolute oddest look on her face. She looks from you to the other girl, and from the other girl to you, and from you to the other girl.
Your best friend's silence is really odd, and more than a little offputting. So, naturally, you say the first thing that comes to mind. "By the way, I love what you've done with your hair," You say with a smile, "You manage to make anything look good..."
Emma closes her eyes, taking a hissing breath, before smiling an oddly flat smile at you. Stepping close, the girl places a heavy hand on your shoulder, but holds you back when you try and give her a hug.
"Go home, Taylor. I didn't ask you to come over."
You blink at that, your face twisting into a slightly confused grimace. "I... what?" You ask, staring at your friend like you've never seen her before. "It's... Emma, it's never been an issue before, I'm just excited to see you after everything that went down recently. It's been weeks since we last talked."
"And there's a reason for that." She almost snarled out, "This was just the excuse to cut a cord that I've been wanting to cut for a long time."
"I'm sorry?" You say softly, staring at your best friend, because now at this point you don't understand a thing that she is saying. Words are coming out of her mouth, and in an order that makes sense, but the meaning is just..."What? Why?"
"Do you think that it was fun?" The girl snapped, "Spending time with you, this past year." And you nearly take a step back from the sheer amount of anger in her voice. "I wanted to break off our friendship a long while back, even before your stupid mom kicked the bucket, but I couldn't find a chance!" You don't even know what to think about the words coming out of Emma's mouth. You try and keep your eyes from clouding with tears, then- "Then you got that call, and you were so down in the dumps that I thought you'd hurt yourself if I told you the truth, and I didn't want to get saddled with that kind of guilt."
Your hands were shaking, even as you blinked the tears away... You didn't understand. "So... you... you lied to me, strung me along for your amusement."
The red headed girl scoffed, a sneer on her face. "More like you lied to yourself, I never lied to you."
"Fuck you." You snarl, turning to leave, even as the other girl stuck out a foot. You nearly fall, barely catching yourself when you stumble, having to catch hold of the railing to keep yourself from falling.
What. The. Heck. You spun around to face the dusky skinned girl, trying to figure out what her place in all of this is, but with a short glance to your be- To Emma, you realize that the girl was almost smiling at what the other girl did.
You... you don't understand what just happened, but as you step through the gate again, you can't stop the tears that start rolling down your face. Your best friend just...
Then again, that was the thing wasn't it.
Emma wasn't your best friend? She... She said that she didn't even like you anymore. You don't understand.
It hurts to think about it. It hurts knowing that your best friend thinks of you like that. That she lied to you, that she strung you along for the laughs.
It...
It hurts. You want to cry, you want to scream. You want to get away from it all, to be somewhere else.
To be someone else.
You pause, suddenly very aware of the already familiar weight on your wrist. To be someone else. It's like a siren call, and with a quick glance around and up, you thumb over the button. Right now, you don't even care. You don't even look, your thumb comes up, spins the dial, and you palm the device, before pressing down.
You can't be Taylor right now. But you can be someone else, you can be a hero.
Even as the world flashes green, a part of you thinks that this is the stupidest idea, yet... there is something to it, something that makes you want to smile at the thought of helping people like you did last night.
so where do you go?
[ ] North-east to the Boat Graveyard
[ ] North to the Docks
[ ] West towards the slums
[ ] South-west towards the commercial district
[ ] South towards Downtown
[ ] Back towards the house No. Not... not right now.
[ ] East towards the Boardwalk
Stumbling through the door, you sling your bag onto a nearby chair before just collapsing over face first onto the couch. For a long moment you stay there, just sort of pretending that you don't exist, before you push yourself up with a groan and shuffle back over to the front door, closing and locking it.
God... you are so exhausted, you think as you flop back onto the couch. Between the arrival of the cops and the heroes after you managed to fight off Vilgax's drones, the way that they questioned everyone about everything that they could think of, and your fears that the... the Alien Warlord was going to end up sending more of those things at any moment, you barely managed to get any sleep at all.
That would be bad enough on it's own, but it was almost as if that squid faced alien wasn't satisfied with filling your waking hours with worry, but that he also needed to plague your dreams as well. Of course, the warlord wasn't the only thing that you had nightmares about either. Images of transforming into any number of different alien forms that you had seen in movies and games and books, and either being stuck that way...
Or losing yourself to the instincts of the alien... or transforming into an alien that wasn't smart enough to have a mind...
Those were images that crept through your mind during those few dreams that didn't feature Vilgax.
Suffice to say, you were completely and totally exhausted, and there was nothing that you would like more than to spend an hour or two laying in bed and pretending to be an inanimate object.
That would be so awesome.
...
...
However... you can't do that, at least not right now. You have things that you really should be doing. With an irritated moan, you slowly push yourself up off the couch, before grabbing your bag and you trudge up the stairs, before you inch open your bedroom door and do nearly the same thing, only this time you collapse onto your bed, bag in tow.
You roll over, unzipping the bag, and just dumping everything out so that you can sort through it all. Clothes, clean and dirty alike, go into one pile so that you can get them washed later because honestly right now you can't be bothered to tell the difference between them. Mess kit goes over to one side so that that too can get washed, then comes the more boring bits of camping gear.
Next is the photo album you had put together - it had a picture of you with the rest of the Councillors in Training, one with you and the whole of the staff, then there is one for each of the eight weeks with each of the classes that you had helped teach, as well as a pretty massive amount that you had ended up taking over the near three months that you had been gone.
Finally there was... was... The bag was empty. There wasn't anything else in it. Your mother's copy of 'To Kill a Mockingbird' wasn't there. Neither was the silver arrowhead that you had found to give to your dad, or the beautiful chunk of amber that you had found and planned to give to Emma.
You stared at the blank spot on the bed where those things should have been for a few moments, trying to keep the tears from blurring your vision, but it was a pointless endeavour, even as you wipe at your eyes with a hand. Pushing everything on the bed over to one side, you just...
You give up. For the moment at least.
Rolling over, you give a soft shuddering sob, but it isn't long before the warmth and the familiarity of home lulls you into a dreamless sleep.
...
...
...
...
With a soft yawn, you sit up, a hand rubbing at your eye for a moment before the world starts to tilt, and with a soft "Woaaah!" You crash to the ground. "Uuugggh..." You groan out, before pulling yourself back up to your feet and glancing around the room. You didn't mean to fall asleep, but really, you feel a whole lot better than you did before.
Shaking the rest of the sleep from your eyes, you gather up the pile of clothing and take it down to the wash room. There, you spot a clock and realize that your little nap was just over two hours, as it was now 11:20 - that means that you still have plenty of time to do the rest of the things that you need to get done today, so that's a plus.
Starting up a load of clothes, you take a few moments to stretch out, then grab something to eat out of the kitchen, and then it's out the door to handle the rest of your day.
Luckily for you, the nearest bus stop is only three and a half blocks from your house, and thankfully it's one of the safer ones. Due to how it runs right by the PRT building, neither of the major gangs tends to mess with particular line, and it's particularly ran occurrence that you see a member of the colors-wearing Merchants on the bus. You don't know how they manage to keep the drug dealers off of the bus, but you are thankful for it none the less.
Because of that, your trip on the bus is nice and relatively calm, and it doesn't take too long before you arrive at the Brockton Bay North Side Library. The library is a long squat building, it's bricks a deep maroon color, and for as long as you can remember, you've always thought that the building looked... angry, for a lack of a better word. Like it's glaring out at the world around it and demanding to know why it is the way that it is. Mom had always thought that was an odd description, but she also didn't exactly disagree.
Almost in contrast to how angry the outside is, the inside of the Library seems almost... depressed. The walls are an unseemly grey, and both of the librarians drudge about as if they hate each and every person that they see here. Mom had been one of the few people who could get the Librarians to smile, and to be completely truthful, you don't think that you have seen them smile since she died...
Of course, you can't say that you have been the most attentive since then, but that is entirely besides the point. What does matter is the fact that there is almost always a computer open and available in the computer lab for someone like you, someone who has terrible internet at home, to be able to peruse and browse about on sites that are a bit more internet intensive... even if they don't seem to have any reason to be.
Now on what is a completely and totally unrelated note-
The Parahuman Online Forum, more commonly known as PHO is an absolute mess of a site - part forum, part wiki, part video hosting service, all of it dedicated to the world wide phenomenon known as Parahumans. Those humans who have somehow, someway managed to develop strange superhuman abilities. While the exact how and why are still heavily debated even thirty years after the first super humans came into the public awareness, it was clear even back then in the eighties that this was the direction that mankind was moving in, for better or for worse.
Thus, even in those early days before the development of the internet, people where already clamoring for more and more information about them. PHO was originally designed as the most basic of text boards, and over the years it grew with the internet itself, so maybe it's not completely surprising that the site is a bit archaic, but the site runs perfectly fine, other than the fact that it simply refuses to lead when you try and use your piddly internet connection.
Settling down in one of the dirty and stained chairs, your fingers dance across the keys, and soon enough you spot exactly what you are looking for. Given the presence of Camp Crystal River on PHO, that's actually how you managed to first find the camp all those years ago, it isn't surprising that the Camp Director posted a thread about the attack. It's a little more surprising that the thread already has four pages, since it's not even been a day... but you know, it will be pretty interesting to see what people think of the attack, particularly given how much more aware of things you are then they are. After all, you doubt that anyone will guess that it was some kind of alien drone sent by an interstellar alien warlord in order to get a magic watch.
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♦ Topic: Camp Crystal River AttackedIn: Boards ► Locations ► North America ► Camp Crystal Rivers
SolErica (Original Poster) (Veteran Member) (Moderator: Camp Crystal River)
Posted On Aug 29th 2009:
This is a general notice to everyone that last night, August 28th, 2009, Camp Crystal River was attacked by an unknown Parahuman force, which deployed multiple robotic assailants.
Thankfully, due to both the Campers keeping to proper emergency procedures and the actions of an unrecognized Parahuman, there were only minor injuries.
It is currently unknown what the Parahuman force that attacked was after, however two of the three Robots that we know to have been sent were disabled by said unrecognized Parahuman, and were taken by the Parahuman Response Team.
Unfortunately, due to the damages caused, Camp Crystal River will not be able to host the North East Climbers Association Refuge this fall.
The Camp is currently assessing damages and working with our Insurance company in order to release the funds to refund those who have preregistered for the Refuge.
At this time we cannot say for certain if the camp will be able to host the David Anders Annual Medhall Winter Getaway as we have the past fifteen years, however we shall do our best to be back in working condition before that occurs. More information shall become available as things develop.
- Eric Campbel
Camp Crystal River Head Director
EDIT: Thanks to both our security systems and the efforts of Head Councillor Lilliana Snyder, we now have images of both the attacking robots and the unknown Parahuman who interfered.
EDIT2: While one of the Drones and the Lead Robot have both been taken into PRT custody, we were unable to locate the third robot. However, we received a call this morning stating that they not only found the remains of the third robot, but also discovered an artificial pod which the PRT believes contains something that the Robots were looking for.
Large Robot
Large Robot 2
Drone 1
Drone 2
Exploded Drone Remains
Tinker Pod
Unknown Parahuman
Unknown Parahuman 2
Unknown Parahuman 3
►Bagrat (The Guy in the Know) (Veteran Member)
Replied On Aug 29th 2009:
Well first of all, I'm glad to hear that there were not any major injuries, but hoo boy...
One of my contacts managed to get me a few pictures of that larger drone. I can't even imagine how terrifying that must have been for you and the others at the camp.
►LargeNathaniel
Replied On Aug 29th 2009:
Minor injuries?
What kind of injuries are minor injuries when there is a giant robot rampaging through the camp?
►LilliLollita (Moderator: Camp Crystal River)
Replied On Aug 29th 2009:
The only injury that is actually noteworthy was one Damien Dodderedge, who ended up panicking when the robot first appeared and ended up sprinting headfirst into a wall.
The Camp Medical Staff diagnosed him with a minor concussion and likely a few microfractures to his skull.
Discounting those, a few campers ended up with a few minor scrapes and cuts, as well as a larger than normal amount of splinters than the average year. Thankfully we drill emergency procedures at the start of every camping session so we were able to prevent an overt amount of panicking.
Also, Eric. Check your Emails, I sent you as many of the images I could cleanly pull from the Security, as well as the images I took when we spoke with the cape before they left.
►noodlerevolutionary (Banned)
Replied On Aug 29th 2009:
Holy Shit. When you said that it was an unidentified cape, I had thought you meant a new trigger or something, not some giant flying cape 53.
►XxVoid_CowboyxX
Replied On Aug 29th 2009:
NO.
WAY.
That's not a cape!
That's Mothman! You guys got saved by Mothman! Those robots must have like, wandered into his territory or something.
►TheWarofIron (Verified Cape) (Not at War)
Replied On Aug 29th 2009:
Dude. Void. Dude.
Mothman is a Cryptid. People have never been able to prove that Mothman exists. Calling that poor Parahuman some derogatory name like that is just uncool.
►TheUnmaskedTruth (Verified Conspiracionist)
Replied On Aug 29th 2009:
I'll have to disagree with you on this one, Void. Mothman is currently busy monitoring the sales operations of the Girl Scouts of Sierra Nevada and the group's plans to take over Lake Tahoe to invoke the giant space whale that will take humanity to the next evolutionary level.
Of course, that is only assuming that Mothman is a singular individual and not a race. In that case, your theory has a 24.7% probabilities of be accurate.
A more thorough investigation is necessary. I will keep you guys informed of my progress.
►RedWingedBlueBird (Verified Birb)
Replied On Aug 29th 2009:
I mean...
No?
Cryptids as just as real as they have ever been?
But much more importantly.
No. Void, there is no way that was Mothman for several reasons, not the least of which being the fact that this is way out of Mothman's territory.
Also, how sure are we that's a Mothman and not a Mothwoman
►『 』 (Kyushu Survivor)
Replied On Aug 29th 2009:
You know, I once imagined what it would be like for Void and Unmasked to meet...
and now, I wish I had not.
►XxVoid_CowboyxX
Replied On Aug 29th 2009:
Actually, thinking about it, is there anyone here who knows stuff about bugs and all that?
How would you even tell the difference between a boy moth and a girl moth?
►Pipeworker
Replied On Aug 29th 2009:
...I cannot even begin to explain how much I hate you right now for that question.
I decided to go and look up the answer to your question, and all I got for my troubles was a bunch of images of bugs that were way too close to the camera for my sanity.
I don't think I'm going to be able to sleep at all tonight.
►Zaza the Shadow (Unverified Cape)
Replied On Aug 29th 2009:
Look, from what I know, most species you can't tell the differences between genders, but even then for those species that you can tell the differences between them, you really need to have examples of both genders on hand to be able to cleanly tell.
That's not even touching on the fact that you are starting to treat a Case53 like zhir an animal. Which is totally not cool.
►PhenixPhyre (Verified Cape) (Protectorate 616)
Replied On Aug 29th 2009:
Za... just please.
Don't.
This is a thread about the attack on the Camp and to a lesser extent about the Tinker Robots that attacked a whole bunch of children.
Once someone puts up another thread about the new Cape, particularly if he or she decides to make an account or something of the like, then we can focus on trying to puzzle out which gender the moth person wises to use and what kind of pronouns and things are proper.
For now, let's get the train back on it's tracks okay?
Do we know if anyone has claimed responsibility for the attack yet?
►XxVoid_CowboyxX
Replied On Aug 29th 2009:
I mean, what kind of Tinker could have even created those things. From looking at the pictures, those robots are HUGE.
Like, how would anyone make these things without being noticed?
►Pelicannon (Verified PRT Agent) (Verified Launcher)
Replied On Aug 30th 2009:
So... We managed to finally defrost and pop open the larger of the two machines that attacked the camp, and much to our surprise, it turns out that the insides have been practically put through a grater.
Everything in the chest is shredded - it looks like a rabid animal that can claw through metal went wild inside of here.
If this is the work of the cape who stopped these things, then that's pretty impressive, even if I haven't the slightest clue how that would have been achieved.
►Dagoth (Circle Affiliate)
Replied On Aug 30th 2009:
So... just to make sure I am understanding the picture that you are drawing here...
You are saying that this like, multiple story tall robot was frozen in place, and then, while it was frozen that bug cape got inside of the robot and tore it apart before somehow getting out of the robot without anyone seeing it?
That's... that is scary.
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Across the four pages of the thread, there was a lot of discussion over who had created the robots and who had sent them to the camp. Arguments about whether this person could have made them, or if this other person had a motivation.
You had no idea that Miss Snyder had taken so many pictures, not only of the robots, but also of your alien form. However, it's clear that no one seems to have noticed the watch or brought attention to it, and no one has said anything that is both crazy sounding and true...
It'll probably be a good idea to keep an eye on this thread in the future, but for the moment it all seems to be fine. Logging off, you give a small smile to the scowling Librarian and start jogging down the road, thankfully Emma's house isn't too far away from the library.
You head up the street, and you can already see the bright white of Emma's house, along with the tall beige fence that her father put up around their lawn. Even from here, you can spot the bright red flare of Emma's hair, even though it looks like your best friend might have gotten a hair cut since you went down to camp. She's standing next to someone by their door, a dusky skinned girl in blacks and greys.
Slipping through the gate, you start up the cobblestone path to the house, "Hey Emma!" You cry out with a smile, glad to see that despite the dropped call and the way that she's refused to come to the phone since hasn't completely changed your best friend.
"Who the Fuck are you?" The other girl asked, her features sharp and pinched in a rather spiteful looking manner. You come to a stop, blinking a little, absolutely confused by the question.
"I'm Emma's friend. We've been friends for years?"
"Really?" The girl said with a smirk, crossing her arms.
You see Emma cringe, even as she tries to hide it.
"Yeah," You reply, "Really." Turning to your best friend, "So what's going on Emma? I haven't heard from you in... months, and your Mom said that you weren't up for taking calls?"
The red haired girl seems to pause for a moment, glancing between you and the other girl, with the absolute oddest look on her face. She looks from you to the other girl, and from the other girl to you, and from you to the other girl.
Your best friend's silence is really odd, and more than a little offputting. So, naturally, you say the first thing that comes to mind. "By the way, I love what you've done with your hair," You say with a smile, "You manage to make anything look good..."
Emma closes her eyes, taking a hissing breath, before smiling an oddly flat smile at you. Stepping close, the girl places a heavy hand on your shoulder, but holds you back when you try and give her a hug.
"Go home, Taylor. I didn't ask you to come over."
You blink at that, your face twisting into a slightly confused grimace. "I... what?" You ask, staring at your friend like you've never seen her before. "It's... Emma, it's never been an issue before, I'm just excited to see you after everything that went down recently. It's been weeks since we last talked."
"And there's a reason for that." She almost snarled out, "This was just the excuse to cut a cord that I've been wanting to cut for a long time."
"I'm sorry?" You say softly, staring at your best friend, because now at this point you don't understand a thing that she is saying. Words are coming out of her mouth, and in an order that makes sense, but the meaning is just..."What? Why?"
"Do you think that it was fun?" The girl snapped, "Spending time with you, this past year." And you nearly take a step back from the sheer amount of anger in her voice. "I wanted to break off our friendship a long while back, even before your stupid mom kicked the bucket, but I couldn't find a chance!" You don't even know what to think about the words coming out of Emma's mouth. You try and keep your eyes from clouding with tears, then- "Then you got that call, and you were so down in the dumps that I thought you'd hurt yourself if I told you the truth, and I didn't want to get saddled with that kind of guilt."
Your hands were shaking, even as you blinked the tears away... You didn't understand. "So... you... you lied to me, strung me along for your amusement."
The red headed girl scoffed, a sneer on her face. "More like you lied to yourself, I never lied to you."
"Fuck you." You snarl, turning to leave, even as the other girl stuck out a foot. You nearly fall, barely catching yourself when you stumble, having to catch hold of the railing to keep yourself from falling.
What. The. Heck. You spun around to face the dusky skinned girl, trying to figure out what her place in all of this is, but with a short glance to your be- To Emma, you realize that the girl was almost smiling at what the other girl did.
You... you don't understand what just happened, but as you step through the gate again, you can't stop the tears that start rolling down your face. Your best friend just...
Then again, that was the thing wasn't it.
Emma wasn't your best friend? She... She said that she didn't even like you anymore. You don't understand.
It hurts to think about it. It hurts knowing that your best friend thinks of you like that. That she lied to you, that she strung you along for the laughs.
It...
It hurts. You want to cry, you want to scream. You want to get away from it all, to be somewhere else.
To be someone else.
You pause, suddenly very aware of the already familiar weight on your wrist. To be someone else. It's like a siren call, and with a quick glance around and up, you thumb over the button. Right now, you don't even care. You don't even look, your thumb comes up, spins the dial, and you palm the device, before pressing down.
You can't be Taylor right now. But you can be someone else, you can be a hero.
Even as the world flashes green, a part of you thinks that this is the stupidest idea, yet... there is something to it, something that makes you want to smile at the thought of helping people like you did last night.
so where do you go?
[ ] North-east to the Boat Graveyard
[ ] North to the Docks
[ ] West towards the slums
[ ] South-west towards the commercial district
[ ] South towards Downtown
[ ] East towards the Boardwalk
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Czlyydwr Llrngwl
"Sell ya a door Learn gull," Czly/Celly for short
- Location
- Where the Beef is
- Pronouns
- Any
Okay, so, looking at our options, to hopefully discuss before voting.
[ ] North-east to the Boat Graveyard
Least likely to meet anyone, unless it's the fanon of someone actively watching for capes going here to test powers and equipment. Maybe a few homeless or gangers looking to play with them? Seems most likely to be a "curl up and hide until you feel better" option, but might lead to finding a boaty lair for later.
[ ] North to the Docks
Too soon to have the Undersiders, and it's ABB territory. I kinda don't wanna mess around with Oni Lee and Lung so soon, and when already on the clock for keeping her powers active from the trip to get there
[ ] West towards the slums
Merchants territory? Probably the least hazardous if a combat encounter breaks out, but Taylor is not good at combat at all and not in a good mindset for it even if she was.
[ ] South-west towards the commercial district
Dunno what might be here, besides easily-adapted warehouses that may or may not already contain villains of one or another stripe. Maybe Uber & Leet's hideout, if very lucky/unlucky.
[ ] South towards Downtown
Lots of stuff here, including E88 and Coil's dudes, and both Grue and Purity's apartments. I think one of them would be fun to interact with, but either could also be very bad depending on how it plays out. This would be Purity before having Aster and leaving the Empire, but Theo is around.
[ ] East towards the Boardwalk
Very likely to attract notice there, both from various local capes and the public. I think this is another one to avoid at this time.
Opinions?
[ ] North-east to the Boat Graveyard
Least likely to meet anyone, unless it's the fanon of someone actively watching for capes going here to test powers and equipment. Maybe a few homeless or gangers looking to play with them? Seems most likely to be a "curl up and hide until you feel better" option, but might lead to finding a boaty lair for later.
[ ] North to the Docks
Too soon to have the Undersiders, and it's ABB territory. I kinda don't wanna mess around with Oni Lee and Lung so soon, and when already on the clock for keeping her powers active from the trip to get there
[ ] West towards the slums
Merchants territory? Probably the least hazardous if a combat encounter breaks out, but Taylor is not good at combat at all and not in a good mindset for it even if she was.
[ ] South-west towards the commercial district
Dunno what might be here, besides easily-adapted warehouses that may or may not already contain villains of one or another stripe. Maybe Uber & Leet's hideout, if very lucky/unlucky.
[ ] South towards Downtown
Lots of stuff here, including E88 and Coil's dudes, and both Grue and Purity's apartments. I think one of them would be fun to interact with, but either could also be very bad depending on how it plays out. This would be Purity before having Aster and leaving the Empire, but Theo is around.
[ ] East towards the Boardwalk
Very likely to attract notice there, both from various local capes and the public. I think this is another one to avoid at this time.
Opinions?
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- Location
- Koszalin, Poland
You know, I know it's completely not in character, but punching her in the face is something I wish happened or something similar.
Also I hope that we won't go with this bullshit and allowed this Taylor to be abused like in canon. Even if it means ending up in trouble, doing something back for this nasty crap would be worth it.
Also I hope that we won't go with this bullshit and allowed this Taylor to be abused like in canon. Even if it means ending up in trouble, doing something back for this nasty crap would be worth it.
Czlyydwr Llrngwl
"Sell ya a door Learn gull," Czly/Celly for short
- Location
- Where the Beef is
- Pronouns
- Any
Since the "mentally unsuited to combat" flaw was chosen you can probably forget about any such thing for a good while. As the current actions show, that doesn't necessarily mean Taylor will just hunker down and take it, but it'll probably be at least one character arc before "fight" becomes an equal option with "flight" unless the situation imposes unacceptable consequences for it.
- Location
- Venezuela
[X] South towards Downtown
- Pronouns
- He/Him
[X] North-east to the Boat Graveyard
I figure the possibly curl up and hide option would be the best, let's Taylor have a chance to deal with this or something.
I figure the possibly curl up and hide option would be the best, let's Taylor have a chance to deal with this or something.
[X] North-east to the Boat Graveyard
- Location
- Domino City
One second...
KnightDisciple
Brotherhood. Unity. Peace.
- Location
- Midwest, USA
[X] South towards Downtown
Because fuck Nazis.
Because fuck Nazis.
- Location
- Venezuela
Oh, shit, here we go again...