PERC Presents: Guardian, Tell Me a Story!

Hey Guardian, I want you to tell me a story!

This is a complete forum based event, but if you so desire you can give me a screenshot of the character you wish to tell me about.

Here are the objectives:

-Pick a character of yours.
-Write the beginning story of that character.
-USE YOUR IMAGINATION, no real life story of how you created them.
-You may not use any slang or internet lingo; unless you are using it in a conversation.
-No longer than 1500 words
-Punctuation and grammar count!
-You may write in any Point of View! (1st, 2nd, or 3rd.)
-Be creative, it can even be in journal entry form to look a bit more realistic!

Prizes:
1st place gets 200mil influence
2nd place gets 120mil influence
3rd place gets 80mil influence.

FAQS:
How to send in an entry?

Just post it on here. As well as a screenshot if you desire! Those wishing to submit a private entry may PM it to me.

How will it be judged?

Each Reader will read and score your entry using a basic story rubric. Then each judge’s total score will be totaled for the final score.

When they are due?

October 15th , 2010

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Went ahead and posted the event on the City of Heroes - Guardian Server Facebook page. Looking forward to reading the submissions that will be coming in over the next few weeks. Thank you, PERC and MadamePistacio for organizing this event!!

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Global: @Armeros
City Info Terminal - Armeros
City Of Heroes - Guardian Server page on Facebook
"Official Park Ranger of the Shadow Shard"

Thanks so much, I appreciate the publicity!

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Shadow Embers- LVL 50 Fire/Kinetics: Member/Officer of the well known SG called "Dream Team" of Guardian.



The older brother of Shadow Amber, whom he was separated from during the Rikti Invasion in 2004. Having thought his family dead, he fought tirelessly to avenge their loss, all but giving up hope to reunite with them. However, years later Embers received word that his sister was an active member of the SG Dream Team, and was quick to seek them out and join their cause. It was only then that he learned of the circumstances of his sister's rescue, and how Miss Aubie, Blade Temptress and Darkblade Ghost saved her. Shadow Ember's gratitude for their heroic efforts is always in plain view both in his constant vigilance and offering his powers to the Dream Team. His efforts have not gone unnoticed; Embers was eventually offered a lead position of the elusive branch of Dream Team known only as D.T. SWAT, and continues to fight tyranny in the name of all that is good and just.

Thus over his battle Shadow Embers got a well know name for himself. Thus making him the know to all heroes on Guardian as "The Rikti Raid Leader". Shadow has endured countless amounts of attacks the "Crashed Rikti Mother ship" along with his sister Shadow Amber and his fellow members of "Dream Team" Blade Temptress, Mrs. Aubie, Dark Blade Ghost, Hypernut, Rob El, Fumiko Mori,Warshaw, Atsou Mori and other members of the will know Super Group of Guardian "Dream Team"

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Toon: XTREM DONKEY TRAINER
Global: @KoolVirus
Story: Win

Born from a green flower petal, XTREM DONKEY TRAINER gained the ability to earn infamy and buy invention enhancements. Having this ability gave him the edge he needed to survive in the broken player versus player system the creators of this world have carelessly invented.


Villain for life, XTREM DONKEY TRAINER’s life goal was to slay all heroes that stand in his way. Later in his life he began looking for a villain group. He heard rumors of a group that called themselves The Plagued. After further research he hunted down the leader, what's up boyfriend?. XTREM DONKEY TRAINER underwent rough training and intense taste testing like a boss. What's up boyfriend? accepted him into The Plagued group and unraveled their latest scheme, to capture and brainwash the confused creator of this world, Positron.

The group tried to lure Positron into a trap. The Plagued hired GANT DONAUT MAYN to capture Positron. Although the trap was a bust they never gave up. After many months of planning, they gathered a large group of super powered villains to arrive at Positron’s headquarters and level the place, leaving not one hero alive. On the night of the invasion there was a group of over fifty super villains.

The first group to attack was led by Flush The Toilet. They took out the guards and the rest of the villains worked on destroying the base. After a successful attack they returned home. From that night on the world lived in peace out of the hands of a mad man.

Edited

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@KoolVirus

Sparkly Goth's hero-blog of awesome awesomeness:
Entry #1:

Okay, so I didn't ask to become some darkity dark conduit for Netherworld energy, it just happened by accident when I was playing Oiji at that lame slumber party.

Sure, I was bummed at first, cuz like, I had to confront my inner demons and stuff to get control of the energies. And they were all like "you're too fat" and "nobody understands you" and "what were you thinking when you put on that shade of eyeliner?"

So I was all, "whatevs." And they like totally shut up cuz like I don't care what people think about me, and I'm totally vegan which makes me better than them, anyway. Oh, and I have junk in my trunk cuz real girlz have curves, y'know... (but they were right about the eyeliner) >.<

Then I texted my BFF Kris, who's like a total beauty school rockstar, and she gave me this sic makeover. So we went clubbing and now I like fight crime and stuff. Kewl, I know, right?

But I'm still like totally emo inside. I think. Maybe. Whatevs! I mean, just cuz your soul is black as night doesn't mean you gotta be dull, y'know?

Anyway, thanks for the read and friend me!

Huggles, kisses, and despair,
-Sparkly ^.^

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Global Handle- @SterlingSteel

Bob Thompson has been a letter carrier in Steel Canyon for over 25 years. Nothing stopped him from completing his rounds: not rain (cause it never rains), nor sleet, nor snow (it never snows in Steel Canyon). Even during the Rikti Invasion, Bob risked his life to bring the survivors mail from their loved ones… and their bills.

After all these years, Bob was starting to feel disgruntled. Not by the job, Bob loved his job. It was the rampant crime. Even in a city of heroes, someone was always getting robbed or threatened. Someone needed to stand up for the random face in the crowd. It wasn’t long before Bob answered the call.

While on the route, Bob witnessed Hellions setting fire to an apartment building. The fire chief called out for heroes to help. (Paragon City Council thought “Hey, we can save money by laying off the fire fighters and give the heroes badges to put out fires!) The heroes arrived and quickly arrested the Hellions. Then they turned to the fire chief, grabbed their extinguishers and worked on the fire. After only a few minutes, the heroes “gratz” one another and turned to leave.

Bob was watching from the crowd. He was shocked by Paragon’s champions abandoning the people in their time of need. The letter carrier cried out, “Why are you stopping!? You didn‘t put out the fire!”

“We have the badge. We’re good.”

Bob was shocked. These are suppose to be the valiant champions of Paragon and they would abandon this crisis because they earned a badge? “What about the rest of us,” he thought. “What about those of us that can’t use a badge to protect us from the evil that festers in this city?”

A scream cried out from the towering inferno. A woman was still in the building. The crowd tried to get the fleeing heroes attention, but it was useless. Fear gripped the civil servant. It wasn’t for the trapped citizen, rather for the decision that he had already made. Bob shoved his handful of letters into his satchel and ran in, determined to save the woman.

Bob rushed into the smoldering abode and ran up the stairs. Once on the second floor, a support beam fell, narrowly missing him, but landing on the satchel he had forgotten was still on his arm. He dropped the mailbag and proceeded to the window where he saw the woman. He tore off his work shirt and gave it to her to cover her mouth and nose. A veteran of navigating through yards of children’s toys, sidewalks littered with gum and paths used by inconsiderate pet owners, Bob knew the safest place to step. He easily escorted the woman out of the building before it exploded.

Bob’s victory came at a cost. It was government check day. His satchel, lost in the building, was now ash. Thousands of dollars due to head to the disable, the unemployed and at least one man working a fraud scheme were lost in the blaze. The “Penny Saver” was also scheduled to be delivered. The residents of the Rabinowitz Retirement Center were none too happy. Management had no choice. With so many angry customers, Bob was “forcibly retired”.

Bob Thompson was a broken man. All that he knew went up in flames. Now he was just a former letter carrier with a NRA card and a chip on his shoulder. There really was only one thing to do. Bob wrote a good-bye letter that someone would eventually find. He suited up in his postal uniform. He loaded his assault rifle and made his way out the door, heading off to work.

Bob walked from his apartment in Atlas Park to the monorail. His thoughts drifted through all the adversity this city had went through. He wondered what hero would finally stop him, or if he would have to stop himself. A scream shattered his lost thoughts.

“I need a hero!”

In the shadow of Atlas, in the park that beard his name, and elderly woman quivered in fear from the Clockwork that demanded all of her metal. All that she carried a simple ring, given to her by her one true love, lost two years ago. Bob looked at the situation. He peered into the sky looking for someone to respond, but the heroes couldn’t be swayed from the path, to and from the Architect Building. Bob’s stomach churned, his heart was in his throat. It was the same rush of fear and adrenalin that he felt at the fire. Bob Thompson, former letter carrier and future workplace-violence statistic changed his destiny forever. With precision, he gave the Clockwork more lead then they could handle. Disabled, dismembered and disarmed, the Clockwork laid in defeat. The elderly woman hugged Bob.

“You are my favorite hero. I’ll never forget you, mailman.”

Bob stood there for what seemed to be forever. He watched the clockwork pieces fade away and continued to stare at the spot of the kill. What was he to do now? He couldn’t possibly go through with what he had planned, not after this. “What do I do now?” he asked aloud.

He stared up at Atlas. He remembered the stories of the giant hero. He was bigger then everyone but never forgot the little people. It was who he fought for: the faceless, nameless citizens that populate Paragon. This city needed more heroes like Atlas. With his fate sealed, Bob changed course and headed to City Hall. He needed to register.


“To stamp out crime, to certify evil’s defeat, to deliver a priority parcel of justice, this city must have a hero not afraid to walk the route. I will accept this task. I shall go about this task with duty, honor and pride. And neither Rikti, nor Nemesis, nor Council nor gloom of Arachnos will stay me from the swift completion of my appointed rounds. For I am BOB THE MAILMAN!”

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Alvin Jones was just your typical auto mechanic who just happened to work at THE most profitably successful auto garage in Paragon City. One day, before the garages' owner, Ralph Hobson, got to work, Alvin was poking around in the boss' office and came across the secret of the garages' enormous success. The secret lie in a book called "The Satanic Mechanic". Inside the tome were powerful spells, all of a mechanical nature. Alvin snatched the book and ran from the garage. Alvin poured through the book and one day after a super-hero's battle with Nemesis, Alvin aquired a forgotten Nemesis Staff. Using his newly gained tome of power, he converted the Nemesis Staff into a channel for his powerful spells, which filters and amplifies his spells power. Alvin also found robotics spells, and using them, changed normal, everyday objects into the most powerful battle droids imaginable. As he continues to learn spells, his arsenal grows. Alvin now roams the Rogue Isles as the Satanic Manic Meckanic.

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Just a reminder folks, there are still 2 days left until the deadline! So keep those submissions rolling! You can also enter on other servers if you would like, but you need to enter with a different story (each server has separate prizes and judging).

Just for fun, I am going to go ahead and DOUBLE the prizes!!

First- 200 mil
Second- 120 mil
Third- 80 mil

Good Luck!

MP

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Toon: The Abominable Snowbeast
Global: @Sirken1138

My mother was amazing. Always huddled near the entrance of our little burrow, she stood ever vigilant against any form of attack. As the smallest of our litter, I was especially grateful for this. Mother always told me how much she loved me. While my brother went off to learn how to hunt and fight, I was forced to stay deep underground with Sister. But at the end of the day, Mother would always come home and make sure I got the juiciest morsel. My brothers were never happy about that.

"Why does he always get the best part? He doesn't go out. He is not the one risking anything for the kill!"

"Shh Son. As the big brother, you will need to take care of him. He is much smaller than you. When I am gone, the responsibility will be on you."

She never knew I was listening from just inside my little nook of the burrow. It hurt so much.

As they were arguing for what seemed like the latest occasion in a long running nightly ritual, something new caught my attention. The walls of my little nook started to shake and crumble just the slightest bit. Could Mother and Brother hear this? From the sound of it, they could not. They were above ground, outside the protection of the burrow. The rumbling and the shaking got louder. My walls started to collapse! I ran to Sister's nook and held her.

"MOTHER!"

"Little Son!" CRASH! RUMBLE! BOOM!

The entrance to our burrow caved in on itself. Sister and I were plunged into darkness. After what seemed like forever, a feint green glow lit our protective hole. It got brighter and brighter. I felt something changing. I was only a pup but I knew Mother and Brother were dead. In a rage, I blasted the entrance of our burrow with an icy breath. Daylight! I led Sister out. Together we searched through what left of our home. You call it Faultline now. I call it the place where I started my journey to get justice for my family, the place where I started my life as a hero. I would never be the Runt again. After all, I had to protect my little sister.

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Note Bloody_Pyro is my alt account Bord name this is my main and where Shadow Embers the toon is on......


Shadow Embers- LVL 50 Fire/Kinetics: Member/Officer of the well known SG called "Dream Team" of Guardian.



The older brother of Shadow Amber, whom he was separated from during the Rikti Invasion in 2004. Having thought his family dead, he fought tirelessly to avenge their loss, all but giving up hope to reunite with them. However, years later Embers received word that his sister was an active member of the SG Dream Team, and was quick to seek them out and join their cause. It was only then that he learned of the circumstances of his sister's rescue, and how Miss Aubie, Blade Temptress and Darkblade Ghost saved her. Shadow Ember's gratitude for their heroic efforts is always in plain view both in his constant vigilance and offering his powers to the Dream Team. His efforts have not gone unnoticed; Embers was eventually offered a lead position of the elusive branch of Dream Team known only as D.T. SWAT, and continues to fight tyranny in the name of all that is good and just.

Thus over his battle Shadow Embers got a well know name for himself. Thus making him the know to all heroes on Guardian as "The Rikti Raid Leader". Shadow has endured countless amounts of attacks the "Crashed Rikti Mother ship" along with his sister Shadow Amber and his fellow members of "Dream Team" Blade Temptress, Mrs. Aubie, Dark Blade Ghost, Hypernut, Rob El, Fumiko Mori,Warshaw, Atsou Mori and other members of the will know Super Group of Guardian "Dream Team"

To continue with the story when he has gotten word from Statesmen and the other heroes bout a new world....An Alternate word of Earth. Him and his fellow "Dream Team" members seeked out and endured this new world thus he know nothing bout. Thus among this he gets a little taste of the dark side and does unforgivable things.

With those unforgivable things that Embers has done. He fully turns over to the Dark side and goes against his fellow members of "Dream Team". Thus with this he broke way from being a good guy to being a full bad guy. Embers goes bout his business and follows the cruel leadership of Lord Recluse. Thus with this he was taken under the wing from Ghost Widow. Lord Recluse most powerful Generals of his army. And being under the wing of Ghost Widow Shadow Embers became more and more evil with each defeating of a Longbow Solider or bring down a hero or even just being mean.

Ghost Widow is very very pleased with the progress on what Shadow Embers is doing. He is a great addition for more then Lord Recluse army. No she has a much more evil idea for him. Thus for Shadow Embers to help her out RULE!! Lord Recluse and for her to be the most powerful villain in the Rogue Isle and have Shadow Embers as her number one General.

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Thank you for the fabulous entries here and via PM. The judges will read them all and we will try to have a winner by early next week. Thank you to all who entered again!

~MP

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And we have our winners!

First place: "Bob the Mailman", SterlingSteel
Second place: "Capa Arizona", Capa_Devans (submitted via pm)
Third place: "Sparkly Goth's hero-blog of awesome awesomeness", Backfire

Congratulations to the winners!

Thanks everyone for participating. We had a nice lively debate to determine the winners as all of the posts(and PMs) were good. Please PM me with your global name and I will email you your prizes.

MP

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Congrats Bob, Capa, and everyone who entered. It was fun reading these and another great PERC event!

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Craft your inventions in AE!!

Play "Crafter's Cafe" - Arc #487283. A 1 mission, NON-COMBAT AE arc with workable invention tables!

Well done to all the entries; really nice reads there.

Congratulations to SterlingSteel and Backfire in particular.

Many thanks to PERC for running this. Much appreciated.

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Wow.

Thanks guys for picking Bob's story. I know when I read the thread before my first post, I was thinking, "How the heck can I do something as good as BackFire's?" I really liked the style and it really fit the character's look.

I thought maybe if you guys liked Bob's origin, you might want to know about the inspiration. In real life, I am a letter carrier. One day I came home a little cranky about the job and sat down at the computer to make a mailman with an assault rifle. After all, it's better to shoot digital bad guys then real life members of management, right?

After about a half hour I had cobbled together my toon and to my surprise it reminded me of someone. I yell to my wife in the kitchen, "Honey, come here real quick!"

"Doesn't he look like Bob?"

You be the judge...



Bob the Mailman was born.

I've told Bob he was legendary within my gaming community, but he really didn't know. About a week after my submission to this contest, I put together a collage of "Bob's Greatest Hits" and made a magnet for him to put on his case (without the assault rifle, could you imagine what management would say...).



Now he's running around the office saying "Don't mess with Super Bob, BANG BANG!"

What have I done?

Thanks once again. I really enjoy reading the stories behind characters. This was a very cool contest and I hope to see another like this sometime.

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That's really cool! Thanks for sharing with us. It really makes it worth running the events and saving up inf for prizes when people get so into things

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