One Universe RPG: Season III OOC Thread

[Matt Murdock]

Good gravy.

 

[Eddie Brock]

Brilliant strategy, MM! Change the page! That way, no one knows what happened on the last page. I shall go unchallenged!

 

[Matt Murdock]

Edit your post, you fool!

It's all... part of the plan.

 

[wiegeabo]

Ok, I figure it's time to start moving on the Mags attack.

 

[Carnage27]

Agreed. Just let me know when the league is ready, and I'll start it up.

 

[trustyside-kick]

I noticed you guys are about to approach Xavier so I got the Hawkman post in and you guys can interrupt and I'll just quote whatever post I have to in the middle of my post so I can be done with Xavier as an NPC.

 

[wiegeabo]

We won't really need Xavier. Logan's the team leader.

 

[Optikal]

You may as well kick Night Thrasher off the roster, Ares has my full attention atm.

 

[Eddie Brock]

Win by default?

 

[Matt Murdock]

There're still three hours, but I'd just give it to ya.

 

[Eddie Brock]

There're still three hours, but I'd just give it to ya.

Three hours? You dropped him at 7:39. It is now 8:16. Furthermore, I don't know why I am talking to a banned user.

 

[Byrd Man]

Three hours? You dropped him at 7:39. It is now 8:16. Furthermore, I don't know why I am talking to a banned user.

Well, I personally think it should be 24 hours from the first app. So, under two hours to go.

 

[Eddie Brock]

Frankly, I am ashamed at the lack of slobbering over Spidey this time around. Tsk, tsk, OU.

 

[Byrd Man]

Frankly, I am ashamed at the lack of slobbering over Spidey this time around. Tsk, tsk, OU.

I know!

Nothing from the two usual suspects (MB or BL)

 

[Carnage27]

I would have applied if I didn't have 3 characters.

On top of 3 in other games.

 

[Batman]

I've no interest at the moment. So I just know I'd be putting energy into something I don't have the drive for.

 

[Blacklight]

I play Ultimate Spidey, so I'm good too. Besides going up against EBJ for Spider-Man is like asking to be slaughtered at this point.

 

[Eddie Brock]

I play Ultimate Spidey, so I'm good too. Besides going up against EBJ for Spider-Man is like asking to be slaughtered at this point.

Damn straight!

This one goes out to you, Spidey:

 

[Byrd Man]

I think I could take EBJ in a Spidey contest!

 

[Blacklight]

I think I could take EBJ in a Spidey contest!

I could take you both!




....or not

 

[wiegeabo]

"One Universe" RPG SEASON III SIGN-UP FORM

Screen Name: Eddie Brock (formerly Eddie Brock Jr.)

Character you would like to play: Peter Benjamin Parker/Spider-Man

Powers: Peter's powers correspond with the abilities of a spider. As such, he possesses incredible strength, the ability to stick to and crawl on nearly any surface, a precognitive ability Peter affectionately calls "Spider-Sense," and incredible acrobatic skills.

In addition, Peter is something of a scientific whiz kid. His uncanny intelligence led him to design his web-shooters - small devices he straps to his wrist that fire a web-like fluid he designed. The web is sticky, elastic, and possesses incredible tensile strength. These characteristics, combined with Peter's intelligence and imagination, help Peter come up with creative solutions to many of his problems.

Brief biography of the character's history: Peter Parker led what you could call an unfortunate life. His parents died when Peter was at a very young age. As a result, Peter was raised by his loving Aunt and Uncle, May and Ben Parker. May and Ben treated Peter as if he were their own, and they instilled in him a strong sense of morals and ethics. Peter is who he is because of their care.

It's not that easy, however. Peter was gifted with an almost prodigal intelligence that placed him on a much higher plane than his peers. What should have been a gift quickly became a curse. Peter always had his nose in a book, which translated into a target on his back. His bookworm, wallflower nature made Peter an easy target for bullies like Eugene "Flash" Thompson at school. Life outside the home was miserable for Peter.

One day, Peter's luck seemed to continue. On a routine field trip to a scientific laboratory, Peter was bitten by an experimental spider. He became very sick - giving Flash and his buddies a few laughs in the process. Peter went home and passed out. When he woke the next morning, nothing was the same.

It started with his eyesight. Peter realized he no longer needed glasses. It was strange, to be sure, but Peter thought very little of it. He was more intrigued by the fact that his bite mark had seemingly disappeared. It was as if he healed overnight. But it didn't stop there. In a confrontation with Flash, Peter discovered strength he had never felt before. He actually beat Flash in the fight. Instead of joy, however, he felt terrified. He didn't know what was happening to him.

Over the course of a few days, Peter discovered even more abilities. A buzzing sensation that warned him of impending danger. Acrobatic skills he never possessed before. The ability to stick to walls! As bright as he was, Peter was able to piece the puzzle together quite quickly. That spider, whatever it was, had changed Peter's DNA. It had made him stronger, faster, better!

Well, kids will be kids, and Peter did what any kid would do. He tried to exploit his new skills. Mind you, his intentions were pure. He wanted to earn money to help around the house. Bills were piling up, and though they'd never admit it, Peter knew that Uncle Ben and Aunt May needed help. Peter started wrestling, and he gave his proceeds to Uncle Ben and Aunt May - while keeping a little for himself.

Fate, it seems, had plans for the newly arrogant Peter Parker. The wrestling promoter was robbed at gunpoint. Peter could have done something - anything - to stop the robber. However, he simply didn't care. Why was it his problem? The wrestling promoter promptly fired Peter, which didn't sit too well. Peter went home angry. It didn't stay that way.

At home, Peter discovered that Uncle Ben had been shot and killed. Peter eavesdropped on the police radio and heard where the gunman was hiding. Peter knew what he wanted to do. He wanted revenge. Bloodthirsty and vengeful, Peter set out. To his horror, he soon learned that the gunman was the same robber he could have stopped.

Uncle Ben's timeless words rang out in Peter's head. "With great power comes great responsibility." Under this mantra, Peter promised he would right his wrongs. He would never shun his responsibility again. Taking on his wrestling name, Peter became the amazing Spider-Man.

List a few reasons why you have chosen that character: I love Spider-Man. I love everything about him. The everyman persona, the powerset, the supporting cast. There isn't a thing I don't love. He's a superhero with real world problems. He has to figure out how he's going to pay the rent (in his later years). He has to find time to study when he's not sparring with the Green Goblin or Doctor Octopus. He lies through his teeth to Aunt May and hates himself for it. He has serious self-confidence issues, and he has experienced more loss in his young life than many people deal with in a lifetime. Yet, most amazingly, through it all, he keeps a smile on his face and a quip on his tongue. Who wouldn't want to be like that?

What can you bring to this game?: As I hope this application shows, I am hopelessly passionate for the character of Spider-Man. I feel like I know him well enough that everything I do, I will do faithfully. I will be ashamed if I'm ever called out for doing something out-of-character for Spidey. That's how serious I am. I'm dependable, as I'm sure others can vouch, and I'm seriously trying to improve with every post.
Color and font you plan on using for your character's speech: Blue (for a change) Comic Sans MS for Peter/Blue bold Comic Sans MS for Spider-Man

How many times do you intend on posting a DAY IN the RPG: I don't expect much more than once a day - just because it sometimes feels like overkill. Besides, I don't want to rush through my arcs. I want to take my time and make every post meaningful - rather than taking up space.

Please provide a sample post with original content in the style that you plan to write your character in (must be at least 5 paragraphs long and contain at least 3 line of dialogue):

Mrs. Watson puts an arm around Aunt May, who's still sobbing uncontrollably. It's painful to watch. That's part of the reason I needed to step away. Seeing Aunt May like that, it just tears me apart. I mean, she's such a strong woman. She's been such a fixture in my life, through the good times and the bad. When it looked like the world was going to Hell in a handbasket, Aunt May was calm, cool, and level-headed. I admired her for that. I admired her for many things. Yet this is far beyond her. As strong as she may be, she cannot simply shrug this off. Who could I blame her?

I hover near the entrance to the kitchen, staring painfully at the floor. Cops are moving here and there, blocking my view. Even so, every so often an opening clears up, and I see it. That white chalk. I've seen chalk many times before. On blackboards, on sidewalks, everywhere. It never affected me before. Well, other than the occasional times when it has read, "POP QUIZ!" Still, it's just chalk. This time, however, it's not just chalk. My eyes trace the outline, and I find it hard to swallow as I realize what shape is made.

Uncle Ben.

If Aunt May was a fixture, Uncle Ben was the cornerstone. Even on the occasions when Aunt May went off the handle, Uncle Ben always managed to bring her back down. I don't think I've ever seen a couple more in love than those two. I sometimes feel guilty that I got in the way of their "happily ever after." I'm sure when they planned to settle down, they never planned to have to deal with a moody teenager.

They never complained. Not once. Not to my face, not behind my back. Never. Those two, they loved me more than they loved each other - which, if you knew them, means a lot. It never once felt awkward around them. It never felt out-of-place or forced. As far as anyone was concerned, I was their son. End of story. Don't take me wrong. I would give anything to have my real parents. I've spent many nights asking God why He took them from me. It's hard. It's hard to believe in a benevolent God when he does something like that to you. It's hard to believe there is good in this world.

That is, until I got to know Uncle Ben. He did everything for me. He put off retirement so I would have food, clothing, and shelter. And he was so stoic, so kind-hearted. Here he was, a man in his sixties, waking up at five in the morning to go off to work so he could support a child he never asked for. I hope that if I'm ever a father some day, I can be half the man Uncle Ben was.

Wow. I'm already talking like he's gone. I mean, I guess he is. God, it hurts so much.

Uncle Ben taught me to throw my first baseball. I never got too good at that, unfortunately. He took me for rides in his beloved convertible - back in its glory days. Over the past few years, it's been rusting in the garage. He sat and listened to me as I ran off at the mouth about some newest scientific discovery, and then he pretended to have some clue what I just said. Late some nights, when I was haunted by visions of my parents, he would sit downstairs on the couch with me, telling me stories about my father - his younger brother. I sometimes felt like I knew my father, just based on what Uncle Ben would tell me.

Now, he's gone. And I don't know why.

"Detective," one cop whispers to the other urgently, "We got a lead on the shooter." I perk up and listen, despite my better judgment. "He's holed up in one of those warehouses by the docks." Hey, I know where that is!

The other cop grits his teeth. "Dammit," he grumbles. "Those places are like fortresses. Without backup, he could stay in there long through the night. Did you call for SWAT?" The first cop nods. "Well, start praying, then. I can't stand to lose another one of these scumbags."

I rush upstairs into my bedroom. Closing the door, I sit on the bed, my legs folded in front of me. I bury my head in my knees. And, for the first time in the night, I begin to cry. I can't predict it, and I can't stop it. The tears come quickly and powerfully. Uncle Ben is gone. I repeat the words, hoping that the sick joke will be revealed. Hoping that Ashton Kutcher will burst through my bedroom door and reveal that it was all an illusion. Ashton never comes. Uncle Ben is gone.

Outside the window next to my bed, I hear the closing of car doors. The sound is then accompanied by the wailing of sirens that grows dimmer as the cars pull away. I watch as the cops quickly file out and head for the docks. I think of the conversation between the two policemen in my kitchen.

'Without backup, he could stay in there long through the night.'

I picture the gunman in an empty warehouse, laughing to himself as he polishes his gun. Outside, the police cars have assembled, but they are powerless. They cannot touch him. So the gunman laughs away, reveling in his victory. He waits out the night, and when the police search the building in the morning, he is long gone. Literally getting away with murder. The thought sickens me.

My eyes find my casually discarded backpack in the far corner of the room. A crazy thought crosses my mind. I quickly dispatch with it, but it keeps poking around in the back of my head. Finally motivated, I get up and grab my backpack, bringing it back to my bed. I throw open the zipper and pull out the backpack's contents. I admire the red and blue fabric in the moonlight for a moment.

It's my wrestling costume. I suppose I have no use for it now - what with getting fired and all. Might as well not let it go to waste. I open my bedroom door and check the hallway. All the policemen are gone. I can still hear Aunt May's sobs and Mrs. Watson's reassuring words. I'm in the clear. Closing the door, I remove my clothes and put on the costume in their place. It's gaudy and awful, but I'll be damned if it doesn't make me look good. I pull on my mask and open my window.

Then, another idea hits me. Stepping down from the window, I open my desk drawer. Buried strategically underneath old papers and folders is my newest invention. Unfortunately, I haven't field-tested it yet, but what better time than the present? I snap the small contraptions onto my wrist and pull the fabric of the costume over them. Holding my arm out the window, I apply pressure to the sensor in my palm with my middle and ring fingers. A translucent string spirals out into the night sky.

"Good. They work," I whisper to myself. After all, what's a spider without a web?

Do you know how to post pictures on the hype boards?:

24-hour Approved.

 

[Eddie Brock]

Well, then, let's go kick some magnetic ass!

 

[wiegeabo]

MM just let me know that he's dropping Joker.

So I think GL and I will NPC him to finish off our arc, then let him be free for a new player.

 

[Eddie Brock]

By the way, did everyone go to Xavier's mansion?

 

[Carnage27]

Damn everyone dropping great characters while i"m at my limit!!!