((*checks stopwatch* Nearly 10 hours and 20+ views and nothing, not even a WTF. Welp, either people are slow on the QQ or I made it far too obvious that I was taking the mick.))
Sam: "My mind is a swirling miasma of scintillating thoughts and turgid ideas."
Max: "Me too."
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The shockwave dumped the table tops contents across the floor, turning them into a poor quality Modern art exhibit. Half bounced out of bed and hurled from a peaceful sleep, a good mood was just not going to be.
The small room was exited in seconds, non essential equipment left to its own fare. Stealth soled boots carried him up the metal ladder, and a very careful peak through the service ducts rusty grill, delivered the grumpy figure into the back alley of the Steel canyon Office block.
Sharp eyes and ears scanned the area for the reason for such a rude awakening ……
((Which is heavier, a meteor or a stonking great boat?))
((Floaty? Does Ellie need a baseball bat this time?))
Forse: lvl 22 FF/NRG Defender
Tam Krannock: lvl 37 Shield/Mace Tanker
Toppa Grace: lvl 25 Fire/Ice Blaster
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Red Commissar: I'm in the Queen Mother. Only more awesome. And alive
No-win, no-fee ambulance chaser Chance McGuffin was able to let out a cry of surprise before being cut in half by a really really big metal propellor.
No one came to his funeral.
((I may also be in that kind of mood))
((Maybe I am too, despite being cheerful today. Because I approve of this thread 
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Originally Posted by Zwillinger
GG, I would tell you that "I am killing you with my mind", but I couldn't find an emoticon to properly express my sentiment.
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Originally Posted by Captain_Photon
NOTE: The Incarnate System is basically farming for IOs on a larger scale, and with more obtrusive lore.
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((Mostly because I like the sudden bang of a plot idea and the fact that this thread is just starting out with no legacy history that I'm aware of, I'm posting to this thread.))|
Originally Posted by Crazy_Dragon
A stonking great boat drops out of nowhere onto Steel Canyon. Buildings crushed, people die, and it'll be a sad day if nobody rushes to the scene.
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The roar from the impact, secondary explosions and collapsing buildings reverberated over and again off the walls of the skyscrapers and it took a long time for the sound to die. A huge, choking cloud of dust, composed of pulverized concrete, glass, burnt wood and plastic and maybe worse, billowed and churned out along the streets from the impact site. People were scrambling and screaming madly from the huge wall of dust and smoke that swelled up the streets of the Copper District. The roar, traveling at the speed of sound, took a few seconds to finally reach the small park in the Fools Gold District where a newly registered hero sat contemplating his next move in a chess game with an old hippy.
At the roar they both jumped up from sitting at the chess table, knocking a few pieces over, and stared in horror at the gigantic cloud rising from the below and to the west of them. The hippy turned to look at the hero, an android dressed in a navy blue business suit and light brown fedora, even as the android continued to stare at the rising cloud. The roar was slowly fading into the growing wail of sirens and car alarms and the old man said, "I think you're needed down there. I think everyone is needed down there now."
The android glanced at the old man for less than a second, the single, glowing blue aperture that marked where his eyes would have been was unreadable. Then without a word the android dashed off, easily leaping over hedges, shocked pedestrians and speeding cars. This would be his biggest and worst day ever in his new life as a hero.
Yevgeny Zalmanovich Lefkov, although he shared that name with no one yet, saw a speeding squad car approaching and had the presence of mind to yank his hero ID out to try to flag the car down down. He could run and leap at superhuman speed but that would tire him before he got down there and wheels were faster. Lucky for him, the cops pulled over.
"Galvanic Gangster, hah?" the older cop, leaning out on the passenger side, barked at his ID with plain suspicion, "How do I know, you ain't responsible for that [...]storm down there? Hah?!"
"Let him in Thom, we don't have time for this and he wants to help! Just let him in and let's go!" The younger cop, the driver, kept jerking his head at the fire trucks speeding past and down at the still growing cloud of dust.
The older cop passed his smartphone over over the ID. It beeped its approval. Thom, the older cop shook Yevgeny's ID at him in open contempt, "Yeah, so this says this ain't fake. I don't like it at all but, get in, now! I ain't got time for this!"
Yevgeny, the Galvanic Gangster, scrambled into the backseat. The cops didn't even give him time shut the door before burning a patch down the street towards the disaster. The older cop gave only one hard glare at him before forgetting about him completely. The police bands were filled with terse commands and descriptions as they raced down to ground zero.
((So where does this go from here?))
"Civilization advances by extending the number of important operations which we can perform without thinking of them."
A stonking great boat drops out of nowhere onto Steel Canyon. Buildings crushed, people die, and it'll be a sad day if nobody rushes to the scene.
((Don't mind me, just letting off some steam))
Sam: "My mind is a swirling miasma of scintillating thoughts and turgid ideas."
Max: "Me too."
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