The 'World of Heroes: DC Style" RPG Season II

[DarkKnightJRK]

“Why, Batman…I sense a great mystical power brimming within you. Wherever did you get the upgrade?” Asks the Dark Lord in a curious tone as a wide smile grew on his face.
Mordru floats up into the air, and, with a wave of his hand, opens a portal. From out the portal flow a horde of fire demons, screaming maniacally as they enter the mortal plane. The demons begin to burn the countryside and kill every living thing they can get their hands on. A few dozen of them move to attack the Batman.

I glared at the fire demons and sunddenly they turned into water, splashing across the pastures on fire. They probably won't be growing anything for a while, but it's no longer on fire.

"Yeah, you can say I had an upgrade. As for where...does the Grey Man ring any bells?"

 

[Harlekin]

Shade turns around as Deathstroke 'ports in. He sees the man hunched over and moving switftly, yet steadily. He catches a glimpse of the Ravager in his arms. He follows him, but keeps a distance and waits until Dathstroke has tended her wounds. He makes a gesture asking for permission to see Ravager and Slade accepts. He looks at her, and there's a softness in his eyes. He touches her hand, as if to make sure of the reality of the situation, and shakes his head sadly.

"For all I've done, children really shouldn't be part of this imbroglio. It's a pity your daughter was treated this way, as hypocritical as it may sound coming from my lips."- Shade takes his hand away and starts pacing. "Jack Knight and I once talked and he told me that the "old hero guard" commented on the newer villains and, in a way, the heroes. HE said that times had changed and that the villains no longer held back, that killing was more commonplace. They said that this gave birth to darker heroes. As is commonplace for those who are longer in the tooth, we're left yearning for "better days", as it was."

He stands sideways to Slade, his back to Ravager, as if seeing her was too much. Over his shoulder he speaks to the mercenary assassin- " I make no distinction about being a villain, no matter how many good, yet selfish, acts I might have commited. I know what I am. By the same token, I'm left to ponder what is this 'darker hero' breed? Is it someone who takes harsher methods to deal with the criminals? Is it someone who 'does what needs to be done'? Is it someone who TRIES to do good, but adjusts to the way people act in their time? I don't know what this 'new breed' is, but they scarcely sound like heroes to me. The one that did this to your daughter, is no hero. Stopping at not killing and leaving her in this state...that is no mercy or self-restraint. No, sir! This...this is pure sadism. If I were to be asked, this is OUR realm, not theirs. Whoever did this is no hero, indeed; they should be erased from this existence and end their travesty. Who is it you will be seeking revenge from?"

OOC: Great post.

"Supergirl." Slade almost gives a chuckle at the name as he speaks it "And believe it my friend. The rules of the game have changed now. Its time to show these 'heroes', what being a villain is really about. After I take care of my daughter." Slade replies as he grips the hand of his daughter tighter.

"They'll get to be on my mind soon enough."

 

[Johnny Blaze]

I glared at the fire demons and sunddenly they turned into water, splashing across the pastures on fire. They probably won't be growing anything for a while, but it's no longer on fire.

"Yeah, you can say I had an upgrade. As for where...does the Grey Man ring any bells?"

“The Gray Man? The being who gathers the mystical energies from all across the planet to give to the Lords of the Balance?” says Mordru surprised.

 

[Batman]

I rush to Nightwing and the question to aid them. Man am I winded from those damn dragons. I see the two lifting a damn big beam, theres a child underneath, he looks frightened, about for I five years old I guess.

*shoots out forklift*
Nightwing and Question look back and I see a relieved look on there faces
"Best thing I could think of"
They pull the child out from underneath.
I walk over and join them
" Man am I confused, I get a page on my league pager, and I see the Watchtower destroyed. Then I fly to help Superman against that dick Mordru, know I dont where Superman is. Any of you guys tell me what the hells going on?"..................

"...The Watchtowers destroyed?"Dick says,alarmed.

Amazingly,Hes probably the only one who didnt know.

He thinks....and then gets tense.

"Wheres Bruce?Or Barbara?Are they alright?!?!"Dick says,turning to The Question.

"Do you know?"

 

[The Question]

"...The Watchtowers destroyed?"Dick says,alarmed.

Amazingly,Hes probably the only one who didnt know.

He thinks....and then gets tense.

"Wheres Bruce?Or Barbara?Are they alright?!?!"Dick says,turning to The Question.

"Do you know?"

"Barbara, along with the remaining staff an patients of the med lab, is in Hub City with a friend of mine. Batman has been infused with the collective latient mystical energies of every liveing being on the planet, and is now fighting Mordru."

 

[Batman]

"Barbara, along with the remaining staff an patients of the med lab, is in Hub City with a friend of mine. Batman has been infused with the collective latient mystical energies of every liveing being on the planet, and is now fighting Mordru."

He breathed a sigh of relief.

"Thank god...."

He then realised what The Question had told him about Bruce.He smirked.

"Well.....lets hope that power doesnt go to Batmans head..."Dick said.

Just then,an explosion,from a nearby building errupted.

It was probably due to the fire that was already burning in it...

"Come On!We need to get those people out of there!"Dick yelled,running towards the building.

 

[The Question]

We continue our work. Rescuing the people from the burning building. Kyle's help makes the job easyer. It just feeld good to actually be doing something.

 

[Tropico]

Black Adam had stood, out of sight, near where Shade and Deathstroke were. Shade's words exarcebated Adam's doubts. He put one of his hands on his head and felt as if there was something pulling away at his energy. He staggred a few feet and, as his head reeled, he leaned on the door to Mordru's study. To his surprise, the doors opened a bit. He pushed harder and they gave way as if something was helping him from inside.

His eyes adjusted to the difference in light and there he saw Mordru's inner sanctum. His eyes followed a glowing trail from the door all the way to Fate's mask. He could swear he could hear something and as he came closer, he confirmed it...

 

[Johnny Blaze]

“Adam…Adam…can you hear me?”

Adam spun about as the voice entered his head. “What sorcery is this? Who are you!? Show yourself!”

“You know who I am, Adam. My name is Hector Hall, the true ruler of this Tower.”

It was Fate! Friend of the accursed heroes who had helped in the destruction of Khandaq.

“Hear me Adam, for I do not know how much longer I can maintain this form of magical communication. You have been duped, Mighty Adam. The heroes are not responsible for what happened in Khandaq…Mordru is!”

Suddenly, images begin to flash into the mind of Adam. Images of the Dark Lord cutting a path of destruction through Adam’s home. Northwind, one of Adam’s friends, flies towards the Dark Lord to try and stop him…but is cut down with a simple gesture. People scurry about as Mordru rains death upon them from up high. All the while, he is laughing…always laughing as he destroys Adam’s beloved homeland.

The images stop, and Adam falls to his knees, exhausted from the experience…but a white hot rage begins to burn inside Mighty Adam. A rage aimed at…

“MORDRU! You cowardly dog, I should have known! You were the one to destroy my kingdom…to turn my people against me! I will have your head for this, wizard!!”

Before Adam can leave, Fate speaks, “Do not let the rage consume you, Adam. You are powerful, but you cannot defeat Mordru. If you fight him, you will fall.”

“What choice do I have, mage!? He must pay for the tragedy he inflicted on my people!”

“Pay he shall…do not doubt that. But, only I can defeat him. You must free me Adam. I am using what little power I have left to contact you. I will need your help in getting free.”

 

[batnkevlar]

OOC: Where's Corp?

 

[Johnny Blaze]

OOC: He's had a hectic week and hasn't had time to RP lately. Since this DA business is getting out of hand, I PMed him saying that I think we should start with our big reveal we had planned and end it. He replied saying that we could bunny Adam if need be.
I'll forward you a copy of the PM, so you know I'm not BSing you.

 

[Tropico]

Black Adam grabbed the Fate helmet and felt searing pain climb up his arms. He knew Mordru would have put defenses on it, but it was worst than he thought. "Not worse than my righteous rage, necromancer!"- he said through gritted teeth. The Helmet slipped a bit from his fingers as he took it off the stand. His arms bulged and he felt like they would come off at the sockets, but he persevered. "The magics here won't let you release me. You have to take me out of the Tower!"- said the voice from withing the helmet. "I can barely move a step, let alone...Oh, this will be your undoing, dark mage."- Adam said as he looked at the emerald underneath his sash.

A fierce wind ran through the tower and it ripped at the Shade and Deathstroke, it chilled them to the core. Shade felt something was amiss and went to the source. When he came ot the battered doors of Mordru's study he saw Black Adam and what he had done. "Stop! Teth Adam, what are you doing?!"- Shade hollered over the wind. "What I should have done from the start. I let grief blind me, my honor has opened my eyes; I should have seen this group of cads for what they were. It ends now, Shade!!!- Black Adam replied as he gave another faltering step.

Shade knew that the situation was too dire and out of control, even moving this to the Shadowlands he had little hope. But he had gathered an ace up his sleeve and sought to play it out now. Days ago he had taken a small round object from the case he had taken from the Tylers. A small pill with an hourglass design in the middle was grasped between his fingers. He placed it in his mouth and swallowed as the Miraclo began to do it's work. The seams on Shade's jacket burst as he let loose with a mighty shout.

"It's too late, blackguard!"- Black Adam said as the emerald flared in green light. And he was gone. Shade let loose his rage with a roar like a beast from the depths of Hell. His eyes were wholly black and it was clear that something had gone wrong when he took the pill. "TRAITORS! YOU'RE ALL TRAITORS!!!"- Shade screamed as he stomped at the floor and cracks traveled each and everyway from underneath his foot. "SlaaaaAAAAAAADE!!!!!!!!"- he screamed at the top of his lungs. Shadow beasts sprang from everywhere and his aura took on a life of it's own. Shade made his way towards Deathstroke and Ravager. "Time to end another fetid legacy, Slaaaaade!"- Shade said as the shadows enveloped Rose and as they enveloped him, Deathstroke tackled him with an inhuman snarl of rage. The three of them appeared in the Shadowlands.

Outside, Black Adam fell from the skies as he held fast to the Helmet of Fate. For the first time in a long while he felt his mind was clear, his heart felt true. Whitout hesitation or remorse, Black Adam lifted the Helmet to the heavens and shouted joyously..."SHAZAM!!"

 

[Harlekin]

He felt her pulse the moment they entered the Shadowlands. The attack and the sudden transportation caused a shock that killed her on the spot.

The Shade had gone mad. Killed his daughter right in front of him. His time with his family cut short again so cruelly. It was the last piece of Slade Wilson’s soul that died with her at that moment, and his rage for Supergirl dwindled as it latched onto the Shade. Insanity or not, he needed to DIE.

In a blind fury unmatched, Deathstroke the Terminator charged for the Slade, as the line between allies and enemies blurred. He stroke hard and fast, making no distinction about what could have been a friendship between the two similarly-named.

”Fetid legacy? You killed my daughter, you *******!” Slade exclaimed as he lay punches and kicks on the Miraclo-enhanced body of the Shade. It would ultimately be a futile effort, here in the Shadowlands, but Slade didn’t care. He didn’t care about the Dark Alliance anymore.

This unholy alliance that they had started was coming to an end, as evil undid itself, requiring hardly an effort from this world’s greatest heroes. They only needed to wait for the Alliance to become enemies of one another, as one should know you can’t group together a bunch of hunters. In the end, they were the hunters and the heroes were the prey, and the weaker would always be the ones to band together.

Some way for the cosmos to keep order.

 

[Tropico]

"AWAY!"- Shade said as he shrugged Deathstroke off. For all his training the mercenary let out an "ungh" as he fell and skidded through the floor. Shade gestured and shadows rose from the floor, arranging a makeshift prison for Slade. Shade moved spastically as he breathed in an exaggerated manner, the rasping sound turned lewd as he approached Rose. "Wife, son, son and daughter...it has ALL been a fetid legacy, Slaaaade. Never send a child to do a man's job...daddy's little girl...ashes ashes, the all fall DOWN!!"- uttering the last word hundred's of sharp shadow shards rained down on the young girl and her bed.

Slade didn't hear his own scream; he felt like he couldn't see, hear or feel anymore. The magnesium flare he had dropped minutes ago went off and allowed him escape from his prison. He aimed his staff and uzi at the Shade and fired as fast as he could. The bullets and blasts only blew inky black shcunks out of him that immediately reformed in their places. Slade could see the Shade's mouth open in laughter, he raised his arms and he felt a sharp pain go through his chest. A long dark spike rose from the floor and stopped his charge forward. Two other spikes shot up and impaled his hands. A noose came out of nowhere and strangled him, rising him up as the spikes rose with him. An ebony black lioness approached him. The hunter against the prey indeed. He only felt the tug of the slashing paws...he had long ceased to feel. He took no comfort that the dark man he had become would die in such a dark place. Darkness was all there was.

The Shade walked to the battered body and in his ranting lunacy decided the perfect place to leave it.

Titan's Tower:
Spit out from the shadows like a piece of rotten fruit, Deathstroke lies in front of the Titans memorial statue, grievious wonds scar it. Who desacrates who in this instance? That's a question that might never be answered.

 

[Harlekin]

OOC: Starting off is my first post as Slade in the DC RPG, digitally re-mastered and edited, followed up with the last-ever Slade post by me in this RPG. Enjoy.

“Wow, that thing in Bangkok was really messed up, huh?”
”Hello D.”
“Why so glum, Slade? I thought you liked seeing me.”
“I usually end up paying the bill for it.”

If you would have walked into that bar at that moment and looked into that dark corner, you’d leave as fast as you came in. Sitting there in a barely lighted corner of a rather vile café in Beijing, was a grey-haired man with an eye-patch and a mean-looking outfit, drinking his beer, with across him the personification of Death, a pearly white-skinned cheeky goth girl that was as old as time itself.

“Don’t pout, it doesn’t suit you.”
“Well I can’t help it if I get called away from time to time, you know, with people dying every 3 seconds. Leaving you with the bill…”
“Okay, your poison?”
“Heh. A soda will do.”

The man known as Deathstroke the Terminator got up and went to the bar, in order to get himself a beer, and get the girl a soda.

“Oops, gotta go, sorry.”

When he returned, he found the seat across him empty, and as he gulped down his beer, he placed the soda on the table. She’d come back for it eventually. Packing his guns, and leaving some money on the bar, there wasn’t a man in the room who dared to look his way. You didn’t mess with Slade Wilson on a mission, or at any time really.

After getting himself killed over in Bangkok while assassinating some lead-figures of the underground terrorist groups, Slade had found himself waking up in a Beijing morgue. Apparently, his employers had learnt about his immortality and had already shipped him off towards his next job. He found the contract pinned on the body of the coroner.

It was a simple job really, some teens with superpowers, basically Teen Titans wannabe’s had sprung up in China, and they were getting in the way of some very heavy operations. Deathstroke hadn’t hunted a Titan in a while, and as he walked by a building covered in pamphlets covered with these Chinese Teen Titans, Slade casually threw a grenade in the nearest window of the building, bringing the construct down.

Since then, Slade Wilson has combined forces with the ‘villains’ called Mordru, Black Adam, the Shade and the Scarecrow, forming a Dark Alliance that rocked the world with both heroes and villains alike as the death count reached new numbers. During these events, Slade Wilson lost allies, friends, enemies and even family as he came face to face with himself and his role as the greatest mercenary the world will ever know… Deathstroke the Terminator!

OOC: I will post two versions. One will have Lifehouse’s Sick Cycle Carousel as background, while the second version won’t. If you dislike song-style posts, you can skip ahead to the second post.

If shame had a face I think it would kind of look like mine
If it had a home would it be my eyes
Would you believe me if I said I am tired of this
Well here we go one more time

Before all of this started, before the continuous battle and the never-ending slaughter, Slade Wilson looked into a mirror, finally seeing his own true reflection. It was that day, where he received an epiphany, that he finally saw that when you brought down all of his reasoning and justification, he was a villain. A villain that was mostly obsessed with murdering teenage superheroes. Normally, this kind of knowledge would be able to unhinge any sane man, but not Slade Wilson, the Terminator.

I tried to climb your steps
I tried to chase you down
I tried to see how low I could get down to the ground
I tried to earn my way
I tried to change this mind
You better believe that I tried to beat this

He had killed and betrayed, all in cold blood. Strangely, he had fought for the side of good as well, along the Titans, alongside the Justice League. His name would go down in legends as the man that walked the edge of two worlds, good and evil. Now he realised, he no longer walked that edge, he was evil. He revelled in each kill, and his deeds of the past could never be redeemed by his actions of redemption today. Even redemption was largely an economical campaign.

He was no worse than your average supervillain, and at that moment, looking into the mirror, his hand going over his eye patch, it all made sense to him. He was evil, they were good. That was, no is his role. He would be the enemy of the Titans. The young do-gooders, and give them something through which they could the lessons of the world. His role wasn’t pro-active as he had thought all along, he was merely a reactionary force to the deeds of the good. It was time to break those sacred rules and traditions.

So when will this end
It goes on and on
And over and over and over again
Keep spinning around I know that it won’t stop
Till I step down from this for good

Deathstroke fought like a savage but cruelly calculated man in his battles, showing no remorse as he sliced through his opponents, facing hero after hero. His body count racked up throughout their adventures, causing murderers unparalleled by your average schmuck villain.

I never thought I’d end up here
I never thought I’d be standing where I am
I guess I kind of thought it would be easier than this
I guess I was wrong now one more time
Cause I tried to climb your steps
I tried to chase you down
I tried to see how low I could get down to the ground
I tried to earn my way
I tried to change this mind
You better believe that I tried to beat this,

Now his daughter was dead, thanks to his war. He tried to live as a mercenary, an assassin, a villain and even a hero. Hell, dying in Titan’s Tower was enough to make him want to laugh at that, and the laughs forced their way out of his mouth as he coughed more blood. He was neither of these things though.

So when will this end
It goes on and on
And over and over and over again
Keep spinning around I know that it won’t stop
Till I step down from this

The pain just wouldn’t end. He wouldn’t die so the cycle could start anew.
But he was Slade ****ing Wilson.

Sick cycle carousel, this is a sick cycle, yeah
Sick cycle carousel
This is a sick cycle yeah

Deathstroke the Terminator!

So when will this end
It goes on and on
And over and over and over again
Keep spinning around I know that it won’t stop
Till I step down from this for good
When will this end
It goes on and on
And over and over and over again
Keep spinning around I know that it won’t stop
Till I step down from this for good

Slowly, Slade Wilson realises that for now he is drawing his last breath. He thinks back to his family, his achievements and his allies and enemies. He thinks to this ‘season’ of his life. Like some kind of pawn in a writer’s game. He laughs at the idea, inwardly anyway, as his last breath is spent.

Sick cycle carousel
Sick cycle carousel
Sick cycle carousel
Sick cycle carousel
Sick cycle carousel
Sick cycle carousel
Sick cycle carousel

Location: Beijing
”Wow, that was quite a ride huh? So… can I have a soda?”

 

[Harlekin]

Before all of this started, before the continuous battle and the never-ending slaughter, Slade Wilson looked into a mirror, finally seeing his own true reflection. It was that day, where he received an epiphany, that he finally saw that when you brought down all of his reasoning and justification, he was a villain. A villain that was mostly obsessed with murdering teenage superheroes. Normally, this kind of knowledge would be able to unhinge any sane man, but not Slade Wilson, the Terminator.

He had killed and betrayed, all in cold blood. Strangely, he had fought for the side of good as well, along the Titans, alongside the Justice League. His name would go down in legends as the man that walked the edge of two worlds, good and evil. Now he realised, he no longer walked that edge, he was evil. He revelled in each kill, and his deeds of the past could never be redeemed by his actions of redemption today. Even redemption was largely an economical campaign.

He was no worse than your average supervillain, and at that moment, looking into the mirror, his hand going over his eye patch, it all made sense to him. He was evil, they were good. That was, no is his role. He would be the enemy of the Titans. The young do-gooders, and give them something through which they could the lessons of the world. His role wasn’t pro-active as he had thought all along, he was merely a reactionary force to the deeds of the good. It was time to break those sacred rules and traditions.

Deathstroke fought like a savage but cruelly calculated man in his battles, showing no remorse as he sliced through his opponents, facing hero after hero. His body count racked up throughout their adventures, causing murderers unparalleled by your average schmuck villain.

Now his daughter was dead, thanks to his war. He tried to live as a mercenary, an assassin, a villain and even a hero. Hell, dying in Titan’s Tower was enough to make him want to laugh at that, and the laughs forced their way out of his mouth as he coughed more blood. He was neither of these things though.

The pain just wouldn’t end. He wouldn’t die so the cycle could start anew.
But he was Slade ****ing Wilson.

Deathstroke the Terminator!

Slowly, Slade Wilson realises that for now he is drawing his last breath. He thinks back to his family, his achievements and his allies and enemies. He thinks to this ‘season’ of his life. Like some kind of pawn in a writer’s game. He laughs at the idea, inwardly anyway, as his last breath is spent.

Later…

Location: Beijing
”Wow, that was quite a ride huh? So… can I have a soda?”

 

[Johnny Blaze]

Outside, Black Adam fell from the skies as he held fast to the Helmet of Fate. For the first time in a long while he felt his mind was clear, his heart felt true. Whitout hesitation or remorse, Black Adam lifted the Helmet to the heavens and shouted joyously..."SHAZAM!!"

“I am seriously disappointed in you, Batman You should have done your homework on the Gray Man beforehand. It will be your undoing I am afraid”, says the Dark Lord as he stretches out his hands and begins to drain the Batman of half of his mystical essence.
“You take the mystical power from a being that gathers said power for the Lords of Order and Chaos? And then, after receiving said power, you go and attack a Lord of Chaos? Are you mad?”

Mordru absorbs all of the energy he is permitted to from the Batman, “Ahhh…the power. It is truly amazing.”

Mordru looks down at the Batman, his newly absorbed power radiating from his very being. “Now then, Dark Knight…shall we proceed with our duel?”

Mordru slowly moves towards the Batman. With half of his energy drained, there is no way for Bruce to win this fight. And Mordru knows this. He smiles wide as he nears his next victim, the Batman, who is readying himself for the coming storm…when suddenly Mordru screams loudly as a mystical bolt nails him in his back.

Crashing to the ground, Mordru is about to see who has dared to attack him when the Artifacts of Fate suddenly disappear from his being.
“What trickery is this!?”

“It is no trickery, Mordru. They are merely returned to their rightful owner.”

Mordru’s eyes widen is shock as he looks up to the sky and sees Hector Hall hanging in the air, the garments of Fate adorning him once more.
“Hector!? How is this possible? You shouldn’t be here!!”

“As always, Mordru, your arrogance has been your downfall. The deeds you have preformed are inexcusable. It is time to end this, Mordru, once and for all.”

“I wholly agree, Hector. Before this day is over, I shall stand over your charred corpse!”

Mordru fired a blast of energy at Fate, but Hector disappears before it hits, and so does the Batman. Arriving in a corn field a dozen miles away, Fate reaches out to the Batman, absorbing the rest of the mystical energies of the Gray Man, “I am sorry, my friend, but this is not your fight. I must finish this business alone.”

As the remaining mystical energy flows into Fate, Hector teleports Batman back to Keystone. Before he does though, he speaks, “Your intellect is needed in Keystone, Batman. If anyone can deduce a cure for the plague Mordru and his cohorts unleashed, it is you.”

With the World’s Greatest Detective safely out of the way, Fate turns around just in time to get hammered by a mystical bolt of lightning.
“So, Hector, it is just you and me now…as it should be. It’s time we finished this, once and for all”, says Mordru as he surrounds himself in a bright green mystical power.

Fate picks himself up, and creates a mystical aura around him as well to rival the Dark Lords, “After what you did to my friends, Mordru, I wouldn’t have it any other way.”

With that, two of the most powerful mystical beings in the universe charge at each other, launching a titanic blast of magical force at the last second. The two blasts of energy collide into each other, and the resulting explosion can be seen as far away as Keystone.

 

[The Question]

OOC: Johnny, why are you defeateing yourself?

 

[The Last Meatbag]

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WHOOPSIE

 

[DarkKnightJRK]

While helping Dick and The Question on trapped and wounded civilian rescue I see A large flash of light behind me, I quickly turn around and see Batman come into focus.

"Hey, Bats. You alright?" I say to him
He looks slightly ehausted, but you cant tell much when it comes to feelings and Batman, besides anger.

OOC: I'm in Smallville, you're in Keystone. That aien't right.

 

[The Last Meatbag]

OOC: sorry man, not thinking, Im kinda confused with whats gong on

 

[DarkKnightJRK]

OOC: sorry man, not thinking, Im kinda confused with whats gong on

OOC: Its cool.

 

[Tropico]

OOC: Johnny, why are you defeateing yourself?

OOC: HAHAHAHAHAHA! Stop hitting yourself, stop hitting yourself, stop hitting...

 

[The Last Meatbag]

Somebody post something so I can post something

 

[The Question]

"So kyle, I heard your girlfriend was cheating on you while you were freezing your ass of in space tryng to liberate an entire star system from a psychotic intergalactic crime syndacate. What's that like?"




OOC: I know. The Question's an ass hole.