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((Th3or3m, Target was right behind the arrow- he fired and then flew behind it to launch a lightning cone at you, then continued to fly in order to slap you with some Electric Melee- dunno if I made that clear in the first post of the fight. Oh- and Target is an Electrical Manipulator, so he's not gonna get fried just by being in the Lightning Field))

Target worked a shrug into his hurtling flight, slamming a Havok Punch at Fenrir's jaw as the Brute was talking. Without bothering to wait and see if it connected- electrically charged or not, Fenrir should feel some effects from the powerful blow, either being violently repelled by like charges, or having it bypass his defenses entirely by being an unlike charge- Target did a flip in midair, pushing off from Fenrir's chest to grab sky.

Bringing his bow to bear once more when he had gained some height, he launched a fistful of explosive arrows at Fenrir, filing the street with fire and thunder. A quick reorientation, and suddenly it was raining arrows.

Energon X, seated comfortably on a broken bit of rubble near the exit of The Gap under a slight overhang, waved a negligent hand. "Nah, nah... my nephew's having fun. If you manage to drop him, then I'll splat ya, but in the interim, I'm just going to enjoy the show." A pause. "Of course, if you kill him... do you remember what happened to Dr. Aeon? You won't even be a stain."

*reboots the universe to precisely the instant before HellSpite crosses the streams and takes away his (its?) Proton Pack*

*pushes Hellspite down a flight of stairs into a dark basement, then leaves with the door open, laughing.*

*pauses for a moment, then puts a web of SuperStrings across the doorway before leaving again*

Real Daleks don't climb stairs, they just level the building.

((I'd say blink in amazement at the sheer randomness of the... 'hero' who 'saved' you from the Family and then went "Up, up, and away!", and move on with whatever you were planning on doing after you had beaten the Family thugs to within an inch of their lives))

The infant pressed his attack against Scarlet Eye, a monster of unfathomable power. But... that was all. Power. Cry had little experience... abruptly the new Ghost Widow found himself sharing the mindscape with two Scarlet Eyes... minimal cunning... a third Scarlet Eye appeared on the mindscape... precious little fine control... a fourth, a fifth... all the subtlety of a brick... a sixth, an eighth, a twelfth, and, at least next to the Scarlet Eye, virtually no skill. Cry found himself exerting his impossible power against... nothing.

The Scarlet Eye had simply shattered under his attack, splintering into thousands of otherselves, embracing madness and avoiding the attack by allowing it to land, like some arcane mind-to-mind form of judo. He opened himself up fully to Cry, the raw, seething chaos of his mind an inferno of psychic energies that none could comprehend and few could pass through unscathed, quicksilver flashes of thought that burned to the touch, and allowed none to grasp them.

And all the while, he was feeding information subliminally to the Sky Raiders, minute adjustments to aim to do the most damage, a hint to switch loadouts here, a telekinetic nudge to the arm to bring a machete down with the perfect amount of force there... and all on a level too subtle for Cry to be more than dimly aware of, with all the psionic energy roaring through the room. It would be like trying to perceive the tune of a music box through a train wreck, while both you and the box were on the train.

The Scarlet Eye continued the chaotic tornado of mind energy, a death of a thousand cuts for anyone unlucky enough to be caught in it... and, abruptly, stopped, the mindscape growing still. Then, a presence loomed over Cry's telepathic shoulder. "You wish to test whether we can see... Eye... to Eye... child?"

The source of the energy build-up and the glow became abruptly apparent as, with a clap like worlds ending, the cloaked Energon X detonated on top of the spire. Hundreds of thousands... millions... tens of millions of soldiers of Rularuu vanished in a roaring avalanche of blue-white light, the shockwave scattering survivors like a stick of dynamite in a dandelion patch.

The shockwave roared over the small cadre of heroes, nearly throwing Horowitz off his floating rock. "Hoy! Votch it, hyu schtupid..." he started to yell, then trailed off. Tyrant's Rock was partially gone, the place the Blaster had been standing melted away like wax under a flamethrower.

"Thought... we'd talked about... this." the Blaster's unsteady voice came across the commlinks. "The way is clear... go!" he managed to snap.

Horowitz was the first to recover. "Hyu heard de silly leetle boomer-man. VE HUNT!" he roared, abandoning his floating rocks to grab a Natterling, swing from it like a trapeze bar to bounce off a stunned Observer, leaping from Soldier to Soldier of Rularuu like a wolf lunging across rocks over a stream, pausing only occasionally to slash an importunate Rularuu in half with his claws.

((so Energon X is out of the action for a while now- blowing up that big half-killed him))

*substitutes the videotape from "The Ring" for "Animal House"*

Muwahahaha.

*pulls out Proton Pack and uses it on Entropy_Aegis and all the ghosts, just to piss them all off*

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As Fenrir made his way towards, from what he had heard, a rapidly intensifying fight in the warehouse, he caught something he couldn't pass up. Two unsuspecting wanderers in such a dangerous part of town. This was going to be a ball. As he landed just outside of the landmark know as The Crater, he said,"Cute costumes, so sorry I'll have to tear them up."

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Whatever Fenrir might have been expecting from this announcement... this probably hadn't been it. The only reaction the two heroes gave was Target's arrow swivelling around to point squarely at his Fenrir's left eyeball.

Energon X, on the other hand, just threw up his hands. "Is it just something in the water, or what?" he demanded of the world at large. "Not now, Uncle E..." Target grumbled, sounding more embarassed than worried. The older Blaster ignored him. "I mean, seriously! What is it about head-to-toe Impervium armour, the fact that I'm flying, and literally glowing with enough raw power to light the area up like a beacon... and obviously not even slightly worried about this fact... that says 'easy target', exactly?" he growled, waving his arms agitatedly.

"Yeah, yeah, Uncle E, we get it, you look powerful, people are idiots, could we get on with this?" Target snarked irritably. His uncle glared at him for a moment, the two blazes of incandescent purple power that were the only remaining indicator of his eyeballs focussing on his nephew, before he shrugged. "Whatever. We in a hurry, do you want this one, or shall I splat him?" The younger Blaster considered this for a second, then shrugged, his arrow never wavering. "Pick a number between one and ten." he suggested.

Energon X pondered for a moment, then said "Seven." Target tilted his head to one side, then replied "Wrong." loosing his arrow as he spoke and launching after it in a blurred arc of electric power, lightning reaching from his hands to wreathe the arrow and reach out towards Fenrir. If the Brute didn't move, he was going to find himself playing lightning rod through the new piercing in his eyeball.

((to clear up the confusion- Scarlet Eye is nominally affiliated with Arachnos, but he's a Chaos Elemental- he'll do whatever causes the most mayhem and destruction, not necessarily what will further Arachnos' goals. And, as a powerful psychic himself, he was naturally drawn to the massive outburst of psionic power that Cry made when facing down the Sky Raiders))

Scarlet Eye chuckled, a disturbing sound, as the infant petulantly ignored him. While he couldn't penetrate Cry's mental defenses, he suspected that he made the baby nervous- he lacked the sheer bludgeoning psionic power of the new Ghost Widow, but... well, he'd been doing this a long time. And he'd been able to pick up on the infant's emotional state, which was more than most could do.

He probed the remaining minds, briefly disappointed that Black Scorpion's neural scrambler shield remained intact... the hulking cyborg had always annoyed him, but he'd never been able to penetrate the giant's technological defenses. Which was probably a major portion of the reason Black Scorpion annoyed him.

He continued to probe, seeking weaker minds. 'Friend' or foe, it mattered little to him. Madness seethed and skittered along the fringes of the brains of everyone present, questing, ethereal scalpels delicately probing for the most vicious place to stab deep. Another Raider Engineer succumbed to his powers, summoning a forcefield generator to shroud the dark chaos elemental in protective energies, and a change in the texture of shadow covering his face suggested that the Scarlet Eye was smiling. Then the Raider Engineer stiffened, and Cry took him.

Scarlet Eye growled faintly, releasing his hold on the Engineer, causing him to drop like a puppet with cut strings. A small part of him hoped that the sudden backlash would sting Cry, but he didn't particularly expect it. He faded from view again, reappearing standing sideways on the outside wall of the building, apparently unconcerned about gravity. Reaching out, he began to psychically probe all present (whose defenses he could penetrate) on a deeper level, deftly relaying Arachnos weaknesses to the Sky Raiders, tightening Sky Raider discipline, and generally enhancing the performance of the Raiders while weakening the Arachnos.

Cry had angered him, and for that the child would pay.

And if further chaos was sewn in the wake of the death of one of Lord Recluse' Inner Circle? That was a happy side benefit.

((whoever feels like interacting with Energon X and Target, feel free to either ambush them, 'bump into' them in The Gap, or just auto them to the Bastion and meet them at the teleporters. In the meantime...))

The mayhem at Cry's nursery was messy, but it was controlled; a military assault on one side, a more-or-less military defense on the other.

At least, it had been.

Raw chaos erupted, as both sides found themselves losing control of their limbs, or reality warping and shifting around them... one luckless Sky Raider found that his nervous system had simply been scrambled, every nerve impulse seamlessly rerouted elsewhere than it was supposed to. He collapsed, twitching. Several of the Sky Raiders collapsed, retching, as the assault on their senses proved too much to bear, and one Teleporter, fleeing to vanish in a long scream, reappeared inside another one, the resultant explosion scattering smoking meat across the room and outside yard.

One of Cry's thralls simply collapsed and died, as the weakness of their psychic defenses, all but gone after Cry's repeated brutalizing, allowed the hero's autonomous nervous system to turned off as if someone had thrown a switch. Another of the Sky Raiders screamed, turning his gun on his companion in a stream of fire as he screamed, over and over, "Ia, Ia, Pthagn Hai!"

Then the Scarlet Eye stepped out from behind nothing, calmly waving a hand and slapping two of the Sky Raiders together, impaling the unlucky Raider Engineer on the Wing Raider's airelon and causing the latter to tumble out of the sky and break their neck. He was tall and thin, dressed in a long black duster and shabby, dark-coloured clothes. A fedora cast blacker shadows than it should have been able to, concealing his face... except for his single eye that blazed red with the fires of hate, a crimson glow that illuminated nothing.

Where Cry's psychic power was a monstrous club, simply smashing through any resistance with raw power to take what the infant needed, the Scarlet Eye's was a storm of shrapnel, slicing and rerouting with little care to the effect other than that it feed the maelstrom of chaos and death. In the midst of the storm, he bowed ironically to the infant. "You called, Lieutenant?" he rasped.

((And, we have incoming! Took me a few to join this one 'cos I had to doublecheck something with the OP first... Oh- a quick explanation for those that haven't RPed with me before? My character, Energon X, is an energy/energy blaster. When he's exposed to an intense energy field, his own powers flare up to match it. The more intense the field, the more intense his reaction... and the weaker his control. He's mentioned in an earlier thread that he had accidentally destroyed a pocket dimension that way, barely surviving thanks to expert work by the medevac transporter operators and the godlike powers of DJ Zero. Short form? E-X exposed to too much energy, E-X goes boom))

[u]TWENTY YEARS AGO[u]
FOUNDERS FALLS, MIDNIGHT
Wild winds whipped across the wreckage of one of the omnipresent warheouses, the wan light of a blood-red moon contrasting sharply with the fireglow as Paragon City's most prosperous district burned.

Dr. Aeon danced madly in the flickering light, raw elemental power arcing from his fingertips as the sabotaged W.E.B. Device fed unimaginable energies into him, energies so vast that the local spacetime was warping. "Lo, I am unto a god!" he cackled, stolen power roaring through his veins like a maddening drug. "I have crushed all who came against me! Not even Lord Recluse himself can stop me now!"

Scattered about him were the broken forms of a half-dozen heroes, a Task Force of tremendous strength sent to stop him. They had failed.

Aeon danced harder, his mind fraying under the stresses of the energies he was subjecting it to, until his eyes fell on one purple-and-blue clad form that was still moving, shaking faintly. Suddenly still, he froze, then stalked over to the half-shattered form of the Blaster.

A mighty kick and Energon X flipped end over end to smash against a broken wall twenty yards away. "Why is this hero still alive?" Aeon screamed. He looked closer. "Why is this hero laughing?" he howled, hysteria colouring his voice as a bitter, raspy chuckle became briefly audible before choking off with a gasp of pain, then resuming. Then he stopped again, shocked into some calm backwater off the swirling rapids of madness. "Why is this hero... glowing?" he whispered.

Infinity blossomed.

[u]THE PRESENT[u]
FOUNDERS CRATER
Nearly a full mile below the surface, an armoured figure stood at the base of the glass-smooth crater, remembering. It bore a passing resemblance to Positron's old containment suit, and clearly shared much the same function.

A discrete plaque sat at his feet. It read:

Above this site in 2009, Task Force Gamma proved its fateful name.

Confronting the mad Dr. Aeon, who had hijacked the energies of Lord Recluse' W.E.B. device, Task Force Gamma fought bravely, but was defeated. With his dying breath, in a final, desperate attempt to stop Aeon, Energon X released all his energies, resulting in the crater.

Fortunately, the War Walls held, channeling the blast upwards. No trace of Task Force Gamma or Dr. Aeon was ever found again.

The armoured suit gave a bitter grunt as it read the plaque for the thousandth time.

So close to the truth, and yet so far. he thought, more resigned than angry, anymore. It was months before it was possible to enter this zone after that blast. The war was already well underway by then, it wasn't a high priority anyways. Still... I don't think I'll ever forget my shock when the first thing the survivors of the Freedom Phalanx found here was... a mind. Disembodied and tenuous, barely hanging on, but still there. Sister Psyche gathered it up, and Positron was able to re-rig one of his spare containment suits to allow me to be solid again.

The armoured figure shook his head. They weren't quite sure what to do with me after that... on the one hand, I'd stopped Aeon; he was going crazy... well, crazier, anyways, from the sheer volume of power that was being channeled through him, and if he hadn't been stopped, he probably would have cracked the world like an eggshell. On the other hand, the energy that I'd released... I still can't believe they thought I'd done it on purpose, rather than just losing control... more than a hundred thousand people, gone in an instant.

Another bitter chuckle... unsettlingly similar to the last sound Aeon had ever heard... In the end, they mailed me a little medal and a cheque for medical expenses... really, more maintenance than medical, but whatever... and discreetly tried to ignore me as the war raged on.

He shrugged and glanced up as a change in the texture of the air warned him of someone's approach. Target Lad... now in his middle thirties, and simply calling himself "Target", a verbal shaken fist at the universe... floated down, still stubbornly wearing jeans, sneakers, and a ratty white t-shirt with a bullseye on it. "Finished with your yearly self-flagellation yet, Uncle E?" he asked. He glanced around. "You know, to this day I think that's the most thankful I've ever been for having gotten saddled with a metric crapton of homework... otherwise I would have been with you when this..." he waved at the glassy walls of the crater "happened."

"Right, Danny. We've had this conversation every year for the last ten years." "And yet you never listen. And it's 'Daniel' now, or just Target." The armoured figure of Energon X just shrugged. "I changed your diapers when I babysat you for my sister, I get to call you Danny." "Twice." Target muttered, "When my mom bullied you into babysitting me when you were fourteen." E-X snorted, the first sign of real amusement he'd shown since the day started. "Indeed. Let's get back to Bastion, although we're gonna have to sneak through The Gap... even after all this time, teleporters don't work properly here."

Target nodded and pulled out his bow, an arrow nocked and ready. The older Blaster shook his head. "To this day, I'll never know how you manage to survive by launching pointy sticks at people..." The two took to the sky and flew for The Gap, a ragged tear that had been blasted in the War Wall when the gates had been fused shut. If they arrived safely, they would teleport to the Bastion without further ado.

((well, given that I tend to pause like this when I don't know what's going to happen next...

As I said at the start, this began as little more than the literary equivalent of idle doodling. And like so many idle doodles, it's grown ridiculously complex in a very short time...))

Energon X shimmered into view briefly, well ahead of Arcanous and flying under his own power. "Sorry, did you say something?" When Arcanous just looked at him blankly, the Blaster shrugged and re-cloaked, soaring ahead of the group with considerable speed.

Back on the shardstone, Jager Horowitz spit on his hands and then ripped loose a couple of good-sized boulders. He shouldered one and gave the other one a solid overhand toss, 'landing' it a good forty yards away as it ran out of momentum and just... hovered. He leapt to it, then tossed the other one forwards a bit. Stepping across, he picked up the other and swung it around in front, using the two floating rocks as stepping-stones across nothing.

"Bah... dis iz borink." he complained as he made his much-slower way towards Tyrant's Rock. "I vish ve had a few more uff dose fonny leetle flyink bog things, or de schtupid rock-pipple dot shoots de stoff from deir shiny-rock-for-a-face."

"You're a fine one to be calling someone else stupid, Jagerkin." Energon X' voice came over the commlinks. "But don't worry your bloodthirsty empty little head over it... there's going to be lots where we're going."

"Goot." snapped Horowitz. "Bot iffen hyu kip callink me schtupid, hy'm gun tie hyu up in dot fancy cape uff yours and use hyu for de pinata, see vot kind uff schtuff pops out vhen I break hyu." "You're welcome to try, Jagerkin, but be warned... I tend to explode when I get excited."

((... no comments?

*cries*

... yes, I am a comment-[censored].

So comment, dangit! Let me know someone's still reading this thing!))

*rezzes Hellspite*

*climbs some stairs, then points and laughs at him*

*steals Super Emo Cannon from Build and then shoots his own lawn with it, nodding in satisfaction as it cuts itself*

*folds S.E.C. into a neat little tinfoil wad and throws it through Build's head*

Energon X bulled through the doors of the Freedom Phalanx' temporary headquarters in the administrative offices of the Shadow Shard-banished City Hall, cutting off Positron in the middle of his saying "... and the Clockwork have gone quiescent." Statesman started to put up a hand to chastise the Blaster, but E-X cut him off with an abrupt wave. "You need to hear this."

Lady Grey, standing next to the patriotically-clad Incarnate, raised an eyebrow and stilled the gathering hubbub with a single authoritative gesture, which turned into a wave for him to continue. Silently, the Blaster stepped aside, making way for K'ssn'dreh. The Freedom Phalanx and Vanguard leaders froze in shock, some half-getting out of their seats to raise weapons or paranormal fists. When the Rikti Communications Officer made no aggressive moves, Lady Grey raised her other eyebrow. "You have our attention, at least, dear." was her only comment.

"Conveyance: emotion: gratitude." K'ssn'dreh commented drily. "Desperation: experiencing: War Lineage." She waved an arm, and the assembled heroes twitched slightly. "Forces: massing. Homeworld: supporters: materiel: emptying of." She touched a control on her wrist, and another twitch ran through the several dozen SuperGroup leaders.

A hologram sprang to life, important points picked out in Rikti pictograms... a portrait of what used to be the Chantry. Energon X spoke for just about everyone when he mumbled "Who knew the Rikti had seen Star Wars?"

K'ssn'dreh gave him an odd look, then shrugged. "Mobile Superfortress: dimensional staging: six hours." Manticore, who had been silent until now, leaning all cynical-like against the wall, shoved his way to the table, nearly elbowing the shorter Lady Grey in the face. "Then we need to hit them now." he snapped. Levantaera gave him a level look and said "If you say that a small force would be able to strike at its weak point, succeeding where a larger force would fail, I will slap you."

Manticore glared at her for a second, then everyone began talking at once, a heated argument erupting. Statesman took Energon X by the shoulder and said quietly "I think you'd better leave now, son, and take your alien accomplice with you."

Gently but firmly hustled outside, Energon X stared first at the door, then at K'ssn'dreh. "Well, that went well. Didn't even get to tell them why we thought that was important." K'ssn'dreh shrugged. "Ignored: state of: being in: used to." she said.

Then Energon X' shadow moved. Reflexes honed by half a decade of constant combat kicked in long before thought did, a sun-bright lance of energy shuddering off... the Dark Watcher's shields? A suspicion of being rather nonplussed flashed across the normally imperturbable Watcher's face, then vanished as he said "With the Lady Grey's compliments..." before taking Energon X' arm in one hand and K'ssn'dreh's in the other.

He prodded several controls on the Communications Officer's battle armour, who blinked and tried to jerk away with a bark of "Exclamation: that: touching: cessation!", the irritation giving way to puzzlement as the Dark Watcher expertly enabled the 'sleep' mode of her portal generator. Then puzzlement became full blown shock as he pulled the pair forwards a step... a step that took them into the basement lab of D.A.T.A..

There, a Dark Servant waited next to the portal to Recluse' Victory. It spoke in Lady Grey's smooth, cultured tones. "As you may have guessed, darling, the argument above is taking fairly predictable lines, and doesn't really require my full attention." The apparition sighed, an odd sound. "However, the likely consensus is that we need to hitch a ride aboard the Rikti Weapons Platform, allow it to be used against the Ravager, then destroy it." Energon X shrugged. "I've heard worse plans." "Information: sum: lacking." K'ssn'dreh said urgently. E-X nodded. "But K'ssn'dreh is right. Too much Rikti portal-use, and Rularuu gets fully loose. Right now, he's still partially bound to the Shard. Moving that much mass trans-dimensionally, though... Rularuu the Ravager would take Earth and the Rikti homeworld almost overnight, thanks to the 'pathways' it would open to him."

The Dark Servant nodded. "You've done your homework." Lady Grey's channeled voice said, sounding amused. "But you don't have all the information, either." the Dark Watcher interjected. "I brought you down here for a reason. Please follow me through this portal." At the cusp of the portal, the Watcher hesitated. "You've no doubt heard all manner of people say the world's going to hell?"

The Blaster and the Watcher stepped through the portal and into a whirlwind of fire and brimstone, K'ssn'dreh trailing behind. "They've never been more right."

.. but the Fantastic Four weren't there either!

So confused >.<

Of course, I think the FF may have banged heads with the Gamesmaster as well... dunno. Although in the storyline in question, Death was resurrecting all kinds of heroes to fight the Avengers.

I think you may be getting two storylines mixed, or possibly two characters, since I actually have the comic (er, one of the comics) you're referring to-

Neither the Silver Surfer nor Captain Marvel (er... the female Captain Marvel, Monica... Flambeau, I think it might have been, was probably there- it's the right era- but she's not the one you're talking about) were members of the Avengers, East or West Coast.

The storyline you're talking about was a plot by the Grandmaster to game with Death to resurrect one of his buddies (and gain immortality when she got pissed with him and kicked him and his buddies out). Hawkeye performed a quick bit of sleight of hand ("I've got two arrows left; one with a head, and one without. If you can guess which hand the arrow with the head is in, you win; if you guess wrong, I win and things go back to normal." Then he snapped the head off the arrow that the Grandmaster correctly guessed, confusing and distracting him just long enough for Death to break loose and curbstomp the Grandmaster and return the Avengers to life... a great postscript to that story was after everything got returned to normal, the Avengers went back to their baseball game between the two teams, and Captain America- the only other one with Hawkeye at the time when he pulled a carny trick on the Grandmaster- whispers to the umpire "Watch Hawkeye. He cheats.")

... no, no, NO! It's a random cloud of free radicals, get it right!

... the words 'apparently' and 'assuming' were quite prominent in my post, neh? I'm hardly a physicist studying exotic states of matter, but I've read in enough halfway-respectable books that the math indicates something along the lines of the above would happen to consider it probable barring new evidence contradicting it. That would be my reasoning.

And I said "Law of Thermondynamics", not "Law of Matter"... different things entirely. Basically, 2nd Law of Thermodynamics = Entropy will always increase in an open system (although it's a trifle more complex than that). Absolute Zero is mathematically predicted to = no increase in Entropy, therefore the 2nd Law of Thermodynamics is being contravened, despite it being one of the most-tested and most-proven laws in physics.

*pulls out electric fan and blows Random-Cloud-of-Free-Radicals-form-Chaotic96 into a jar and puts a lid on it, then sticks it on a shelf in the back of an unused closet in an abandoned building*

*shunts abandoned building, closet and all, along sixth-dimensional lines to end up on an entirely separate timeline... where dinosaurs rule the Earth!*

*jar is eaten by chicken-sized lizards with unpronounceable Latin names*

Why am I arguing exotic physics with a random cloud of free radicals, anyways? And in this particular thread >.>?

(sorry, just had to say it at least once more)

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ah, but it says in that link that in that every lattice element of the structure is in it's proper place whether a single atom or molecular grouping.

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That's assuming a crystalline structure for the object in question, which, last I checked, the human body lacked >.>

Also, apparently entropy is negated if you achieve absolute zero, something that (sort of) contradicts the second law of thermodynamics.

*rezzes*

You think it's hot now?

*increases local temperature around Chaotic96 until he's reduced to plasma, then continues increasing it until he once again dissipates into a random cloud of free radicals*

... what? "Random cloud of free radicals" is fun to say

... nothing to do with the thread (informing someone OOC is probably the simplest solution, as has been stated), but...

Marvel Comics:
Captain Marvel (Mar-Vell)- a Kree warrior (with the rank of Captain) become an Earth Hero; posessed of Cosmic Awareness, and declared the Guardian of the Universe, or something similar- fought using limited invulnerability, superstrength, flight, and energy blasts from "Nega Bands" that he wore that gave him some kind of connection to an alternate universe (the Negative Zone, to be exact). Was exposed to carcinogens during one of his adventures, survived for a good long while due to the 'otherworldy radiations' of the Nega Bands, which had the unfortunate side effect of rendering the cancer incurable when it finally overcame that. Died of cancer.

Captain Marvel II- Monica something-or-other, a New Orleans Harbour Patrol officer- gained superpowers somehow (accidental exposure to a mad scientist's doomsday device, if I recall correctly) and was able to turn into any form of energy. Joined the Avengers, did nothing special for a long while, then had a writer who was bright enough to realize exactly how ungodly powerful this ability was (she crispy-fried Zeus at one point... didn't kill him or anything, but he was pissed), and became the team's resident Deus Ex Machina for a while. Hasn't done anything much lately, but I don't think she's dead.

Captain Marvel III- The original Mar-Vell's son (Genis-Vell, to be exact). Kind of a dink, don't know much about him, but he had the same basic powers as his father, and also inherited the Nega Bands. Also not dead to the best of my knowledge.

DC:
Captain Marvel (Billy Batson)- The World's Mightiest Mortal, the Big Red Cheese, the one hero that DC will allow to equal Superman, and often used as his primary foil. Billy was about 12 for most of his existence, eventually allowed to age to about 16 (without much in the interim ), but turned into a big super-type in a flash of lightning when he yelled "SHAZAM"- the acronym for his powers (wisdom of Solomon, which was invariably written poorly, strength of Hercules, invulnerability of Achilles, presumably without the heel problem, power (I think) of Zeus, stamina of Atlas, and speed of Mercury), and also the name of the wizard who granted him his powers. Mr. Mind was one of his villains, although I don't think he's dead either- just retired and making the former Captain Marvel Jr. jump through hoops to become the next Captain Marvel. It might have been an Elseworlds story that he died in, but he's gone boom in any number of what-if-type stories.

There's been a lot of Captain Marvels running around >.<

And Grey, you're thinking of Captain UNIVERSE- a Marvel comics bit where people will randomly be transformed into cosmic-empowered avatars for some 'higher purpose'.

Lesse if I can get this...

This link might clarify things, or at least obfuscate them to the point that you stop arguing

Basically, once you reach absolute zero (complete cessation of molecular motion), the properties of matter get seriously funky. As near as I can understand (and remember >.&gt it, once all molecular motion ceases, the electrons fall into the core of the atom/molecule (or they get repelled away, don't remember which) and the rest of it basically falls to bits or collapses inwards.

As I said, the memory is a bit fuzzy.

*rezzes after finishing pseudophysics lecture*

*alters Chaotic96' quantum state*

*points and laughs (yes, I do that a lot) as Chaotic dissipates into a random cloud of free radicals*

*looks on with interest as Darkvapour futilely waves his ethereal arm through my chest*

*points and laughs as Dakrvapour realizes that since his arm is intangible, there's nothing holding it on*

*Darkvapour's arm falls off and he bleeds out*

Agreed. Very fun indeed.

*hypercools the ice on Chaotic's hand*

*points and laughs as all heat is sucked out of Chaotic's body, he achieves absolute zero, and collapses into a mushy puddle of degenerate matter as all molecular motion ceases*

Ain't physics fun?

*merges with the Hamidon and become mobile, oozing around the Hive consuming random DE*

*catches Entropy_Aegis*

*... ever seen "The Blob"?*

*swallows Entropy, tastes, then spits him high into the air to be blasted to tiny bite sized chunks by far more Mitochondria than it's possible for the game to actually render*

*steals duct tape back*

*repairs cable*

*duct tapes Chaotic's head to the TV*

*accelerates time so that Chaotic succumbs to some weird form of radiation poisoning from the picture tube- oh, and goes completely insane from hearing a Chipmunk-ized version of Celine Dion for sixty years or so*