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Name: The Infernal Machine

Currently Recruiting: We're always looking for some fresh blood to fill out the ranks. We've got some active members, but we're deffinitly looking for more.

RP Level: We dont have any active RPers as of yet, allthough if you do RP, we'd be more than happy to have you aboard.

Theme/Concept: The Infernal Machine is a Twisted Union of Technology and Demonolgy.

Activity: Our member base is still pretty low, but we're looking for some more members to get this VG active and on the map (the metaphorical Villain group map). Those of us who are pretty active can be found just about any time of the day, when we're not at work or at school...we love the game, but we do have lives.

Requirements for Membership: No real requirements...Just play in Supergroup Mode and have fun.

Leadership: Tyras (or ToRn.) and Mein Sieg

In-Game Contact(s): @ToRn (will get the other soon)

Out-of-Game Contact(s): None really yet
URL: dont have a website as of yet

Coalition(s): No coalition at this point in time, allthough we may be in the market for one.

Other Details: Not much to say really...always looking for some good members to have fun.

Name: Goonz (VG)

Motto: "Your a Goon now...Act like it."

Leader(s): ToRn. (That'd be me) , Sphere'

Player Type: Laid Back. We dont want any uptight, humorless, soul dead power gamers.

RolePlay?: Depends on the day and our mood.

Membership levels: Any. We don't much care what level you are.

SuperGroup Colours: Black and Blue

Game Time: Depends. Weekdays we're usually in class till late afternoon (About 6ish Central). Weekends i'm pretty much open.

Recruiting?: Yea, we're recruiting. If your near any of our levels, we'll have to run a mission or two with ya. If your not, a little idle chit chat is all we require. If your on when we're on, drop me a PM here, or send a tell to ToRn. (Thats WITH the period at the end...). Just remember...we're lookin for the laid back kinda people. Hopefully we can establish a VG of friends...and all that happy-go-lucky junk.

He cocked an eyeborw, but kept his mouth shut when the big man smarted off so sarcastically. The guy was a brute, and even with his skills...Lucas straight up did NOT want to fight him. So he let it slide, and kept his calm. Looking down at the police scanner, he shrugged and tossed it over his shoulder. As the man approached, his hand flinched involuntarily, closing into a fist. Reflex, he told himself as he reached out and took the card. "Once." He siad, shrugging an handing it back "I heard some guy was passing them out....a girl I know got one. She left for russia a few hours ago."

Clearing his throat, he walked over and knelt beside the woman, but looked up and down the street. "Look, I'm feelin a lil exposed out here...think you can fit that bulky fram of yours into a building?" he gave the giant a wink, to show he meant no insult by his comment. Gently, he slid one arm underneath the woman's knees, and the other around her shoudlers. he then rose to his feet, gently lifting the woman up into his arms. "Seriously though...I dont wanna be out here when those hellions come strolling through. Grab as many Longbow as ya can...we'll get anyone alive inside and wait for some form of back up..." he then turned, picked a quaint little antique shop, and headed for it, pushing the door open with his back and carrying the woman inside.

Once inside, he carried her to the back, and in an odd show of balance, lifted one foot and kicked everything off of a long table before laying her gently on it. "Ya know..i was serious about that fifty bucks..." and then turned to wait for the giant man.

Captain Osiris watched a robed man be led in...watched him with his cold, hateful eye. This man caught his attention, not just because of the fact he wore robes, and not the tradional Zig uniform of orange...but because the man, even though locked up, moved with pride..almost arrogance. For an instant, there was a flicker of a smirk on Osiris's face, but it was gone as quickly as it had appeared. Osiris did not speak often, and when he did, his words usually carried great weight. His not speaking was one of the few reasons his voice was cracked and dry...like a sound you'd expect a skeleton to make if it talked.

Osiris waited until the man in the robes was placed in a cell, and waited for the guard to leave before he spoke. His harsh voice broke into the hallway.
"Man in the robes...I should...like to have a few words with you...They...feed us in a few hours....I will seek you out then..."
And that was all he said before slipping back into his cell, and sitting on his little matress in his little bare prison cell.

He blinked and looked up, seeing a burly man coming twoards him. Cocking an eyebrow, he shrugged and leaned close to the woman. "I'm Lucas...fifty bucks says you don't die...hows that for a bet? You live, i'll personally hand you a fifty dollar bill." he gave her a quick wink, and then was gone from her side. Lucas moved quickly and quietly from Longbow to longbow, checking them. The survivors he placed two small rocks...remnants from the street...next to their heads. The ones who where dead...he shook the thought from his mind and turned, just in time to catch the police scanner. He caught it awkwardly, and had to struggle like a bumbling idiot for a minute, before he got a firm grip on it.

he knew he was blushing from his display...or lack there of...of skill. So he spun around and spoke into the radio. "hey, uh..This is the Fist of the Legion...look, I realize a lot of bombs just went off...but we got a pretty big group of Longbow down over here...if we could get some help, that'd be awesome...." There was nothing but static returned over the radio. Cocking his head to the side in confusion, he ran into the nearest alleyway.

Lucas made his way quickly up the fire escape, until he reached the rooftop. Once there, he ran to the far ledge and peered out. Countless plumes of smoke drifted into the air, and he could see crowds of people colliding in the streets. he could pick out groups of Longbow and PPD...and he could see them being over run. Then he realized why the radio was down. Not a single communications tower was standing, not a single radar dish was left...they'd hit the communications too. "Oh that's a pile of crap..."

As Lucas turned around to return to the woman, he was struck square in the gut by something very hard. Down he went to one knee, clutching his stomach. Ofcourse, the Fist had already stopped the pain, and had fixed what would have been a serious hurt. "Lookee lookee...lil super lost his way..." Lucas looked up, and narrowed his eyes on the three hellions who loomed above him.
"Oh my..." muttered Lucas, "it does seem I have lost my way.."
"Thats an understatement....lemme show you the way home.." The hellion raised his bat once more...but Lucas was already moving. without rising, he spun around, shooting his foot out. One hellion leapt back, the other two dropped to the rooftop with dull thuds. Up came Lucas, like a bullet he dove twoards the last man standing, and tackled him down. Continuing his motion, he rolled over the tackled man and came back up, turning to face them. The other two had already risen, so he leapt at them. His hand shot out, grabbing one man by the face, and his foot moved out to collide with the other one's chest. With a spin, he threw the man he had held directly into the third, who was just getting up. Lucas then grinned wickedly under his bandanna, and stood boredly on the ledge of the building, watching the three get up. They exchanged glances...and fled. "hey! I wasn't done yet!" Lucas ran after them, catching one, as the others made their escape.

There was a scream...and a hellion was launched from the rooftop, and fell into the street with a sickening crunch. he was followed by Lucas, who landed far more gently beside him. As he lazily dusted himself off and made his way twoards the man and the wounded woman, he frowned. "Communications are down all over...and whoever did this, hit Paragon..hard. Looks like the PPD and Longbow are in a fight for survival...all over the place."

"Booby trapped? You gotta be kidding me..."

The broadcast warning heroes to be awre of the rioting gangs and trapped alleyways had just ended, when Lucas Azure stepped upto the ledge of the rooftop he was on. Lucas was a typical city kid of nineteen...well, except he was pretty different from the other nineteen year olds. Lucas was the son of the famed archeologist, Dr. Henry Azure. Henry was known for exploring the ancient city of Mel Adronis, in the southern tip of Italy. It was here he was credited with the discovery of the Fist of the Legion, a relic of the ancient Romans. Ofcourse, the item went missing in transit from Italy to the americas. This was blamed on Lucas, who found the Fist and put it on...to play pretend. The fist attached itself to Lucas, melding into his flesh, nerves and muscles. To remove the fist would kill the boy, as it send tendrils to connect to his brain, and wrapped around every muscle and nerve ending in his body. Essentially,Lucas was the Fist of the Legion.

Lucas was a fairly decent sized kid, almost six feet tall with long black hair, and a soldier's physique. He wore a bandana over his mouth, just becase he thought it looked cool. He wore no shirt, but had his forearms and fists wrapped in strips of leather. he had recently bought a new pair of baggy pants, which he now wore, and a pair of old working boots.

Shaking his head, he stepped off the ledge, and dropped four stories to the ground. bending his knees to dampen the impact, he crouched down and looked up and down the street. Not a single person was outside...not a single car traveled the streets. Cautiously, Lucas crossed out into the middle of the street and stopped, looking around. he felt his muscles flex and tense, his eyes flicking back and forth. Something wasn't right.

clack tink tink click.

Lucas looked down at his feet, and sighed heavily. Lying in the street at his feet, was a grenade. "You have GOT to be kidding me..." Lucas kicked off, propelling himself sideways. The grenade went off, the concussion sending him further away, and horribly off balance. Twisting himself, he managed to get one foot beneath him before he hit the ground. With that foot he kicked off again, straightening himself with the force, and evenually landing on both feet, crouched in the streets. The explosion had torn painful wrents in his flesh, which he felt quickly knitting back together...a perk from the Fist. Nothing else happened. Rising slowly, he pulled his cell phone from his pocket, and dialed in a number before putting it to his ear.

"Hey dad...i need a favor....no i dont need college money,you know that....yea, I KNOW heroism doesnt pay...Dad, listen I nee..."

he was cut off by the sound of mor explosions goin off, all across the city. "Come ON!" Without thinking, he hung up the phone and dropped it back in his pocket. The nearest explosion was just around the corner...he had to see if anyone was hurt. With a quickness that defied all but the best humn endurance, he ran. Around the corner he slid, and just narrowly avoided a falling pole of steel. As it crashed down an inch from him, he glanced down at it. street lamp...how bad would that have looked in the news...'Local hero crushed under lamp...'. Shaking his head, he surveyed the scene. A handful of Longbow lay scattered near a smoking crater...the bomb site...and a person sat amidst the rubble, apparently dazed. Moving quickly he made his way over the charred bodies of the Longbow,and crouched near the woman.

"Hey...lady, look at me...you allright? Are you ok, because you look like you just got blown up..."

"Erick?" The cold, tired, ragged, dry voice of a man echoed out from the cell. There was only silence, and the sounds of the other inmates. A sigh escaped from the cell, and the voice did not come out again. There was the sound of suffling as a man rose to his feet from the bunk in the far corner of his cell. The word "bunk" was hardly the word for what passed as the man's bedding. It was a mattress on the floor. Other then the mattress, the cell was completely bare. There was no mirror, no sink, no toilet, no cot. There was no metal or plastic, glass or stone. Nothing was to be given to this man, that could in any way be hoarded away for construction. Captain Osiris was a man of machines, and was confident in the fact that none could surpass his skills. Osiris was a tall man, hovering over six feet tall. He was as fit as any thirty five year old man who'd spent his life building and constructing could be. The years of stress and being locked away in a shop had left his long hair and goatee grayed, and his skin pale. A black eyepatch coveredhis left eye, leaving only one, cold grey orb to stare out into the prison block. His original clothing had been taken and locked away...a prize for the warden, the cloths that where stained with Hero blood. he had been given the orange clothes of a prisoner..of a dog. With a low grumble, Osiris turned back into his cell, walked to his bed, and sat down.

He felt alone. He had always felt alone, but atleast with Erick he felt like he could communicate with someone. He knew what everyone thought. "A man who lost his son, builds a robot to replace him." He didn't care. The rough, cobbled together machine had helped him build his legion of robots. Now they probebly had his poor Erick locked up, decomissioned...at worst, dissassembled. If he found out they had destroyed his precious machine, he vowed to personally break every guard, doctor, and warden in this prison...and then go after their families.

He heard the bells of the "good doctor"...a man he had once respected, a man he had once called 'friend'. Doctor Raiken...a demon in man's skin. He heard the bells, and again rose to his feet and moved to the cell bars. There, Osiris watched the doctor make hisway down the cell block, a guard dragging a prisoner away...he watched, with one cold, emotionless eye.