-Mr. Karate juggles F̶i̶r̶e̶b̶r̶a̶n̶d̶ Red Arremer with the first 2 hits of his Exceed super. The third one hits Red Arremer’s little zombie instead.
-Somehow this turns the zombie into another Red Arremer, who presumably “dies”, thus ending the round immediately. Neither character actually died, and can still move around until the next round starts.
-The word “Winner” appears on the Player 2 side of the screen, which means Red Arremer somehow won the round.
SVC Chaos is super mysterious, I cannot comprehend it
Confused and irritated would be a massive understatement for your current mode and even John looks like he can’t figure out what’s going on.
You were chasing a witch and in the next second you’re in the middle of the woods, surrounded by a group of men and women.
And their leader who looks like John. Only a little bit older and skinnier. Not to mention the hair which is slicked back and the clothes.
“A demon.” John hisses towards you.
Seems the most plausible explanation and you nod, preparing yourself for a fight.
“A demon? You fuckin’ high?” The leader chuckles and a few men join him, laughing quietly.
Even when they seem as confused as you, looking from John to the leader and back.
John scowls, his hand reaching for the gun in his waistband and you follow his lead. Instantly the other pull and aim theirs guns at you.
“Easy on there.” The leader comes towards you, but looks at John. “Or you want me to bash her pretty face in with Lucille?”
“Who’s Lucille?” You ask as John let out a throaty growl.
You regret that you asked as the man puts the baseball bat with barbed wire on your cheek, almost in a gentle stroke.
“This.. this is Lucille.” He purrs, but there’s
something in his eyes.
Like he knows you.
A shudder runs down your spine as you look at him coldly.
“Leave her alone.” John presses through his teeth, his body tenses as he somehow tries to get between you.
For a moment it’s quiet as the both men face each other.
John angry and the man amused. Even when you can read in his face that the situation is also weird for him, his eyes shifting to you.
“You both don’t scare easy. I love that.” He smirks slyly. “I’m Negan.”
“(Y/N), that’s John.” You feel pressured to say as Negan cocks mockingly his brow.
John and you turn around as you hear groans and the shuffling noise of footsteps.
“Is-is that a zombie?” Flabbergasted you stare at the creature in front of you as an arrow bores through the skull and it falls to the ground.
“What was that?” John asks, gesturing to the body on the ground.
Negan looks at him like he told him the biggest joke ever, but the grin fades as he notices that he didn’t joke at all.
“I’m fuckin’ jealous of the shit you’ve smoked.” Negan murmurs to himself, shaking his head. “Would be nice to forget the fuckery from time to time.”
Somehow Negan, let’s say, convinced you to follow him to his camp which he called the Sanctuary. Now and then he kills one of these zombies with his bat.
John tries in the meantime to shield you from Negan what doesn’t stop the man from speaking with you.
“So, you guys are a thing?” He smirks and a slight blush creeps over your cheeks.
A lot of people assumed this, because of John’s protective instinct. But there was never something between you.
Not even a hug.
“We’re friends.” John responds before you’ve the chance to open the mouth.
Stunned you look at him. That’s the first time he says that you’re friends and not partners.
“You never popped her jewel case?” Negan asks in disbelief and you snort a laugh. “I’m fucking disappointed.”
John looks like he wants to strangle him with his red scarf, his knuckles turn white as he makes a fist.
“But you thought about it?”
“No.” John snaps, a little too quick and Negan snickers, not believing him.
It’s not like you never thought about it and you can imagine that John maybe feels the same way. You hunt and live together and in the past few years none of you were with someone.
“Maybe I should try…” Negan starts, smiling dirty.
Before Negan can finish his sentences John lunges forward, tackling him to the ground. His people reaching forward to help their boss, but Negan holds them back by raising his hand. Like two little boys who fight about a toy, they roll over the ground, fists meeting skin and bursting them open. The bat, Lucille, lies next to them and you notice the glare Negan shoots it.
You get the feeling that Lucille is maybe not just a name and pick her up before you go to the two men to separate them.
“Stop, it’s enough.”
John sends you a furious look as he stands up, blood trickles from his lip while Negan sends you an undefined gaze, taking Lucille from you.
“Let’s go.” Negan barks and in silence you follow him.
Soon you reach an old factory which is surrounded by a fence full of zombies. Or walkers, how Negan called them earlier.
“I can’t believe the world is full of them.” You mumble, feeling how John squeezes your hand.
“We’ll get back, I promise you.”
I was having a party in my room at like midnight. Only I wasn’t me… I was Spongebob. Suddenly everyone at the party turned into zombies and I threw up on the floor. I went to the kitchen to get some paper towels to clean the mess, but when I looked out the window I saw someone slowly walking up the sidewalk to my front door. Somehow I knew it was Belarus (from the anime Hetalia) and that she was there to kill me for reading x reader fanfic about Russia. I wanted to tell my mom, but I was trying to keep my fanfic reading a secret from her. I decided to tell her that some random stranger was at the door. When she turned on the outdoor, light the person outside whom I believed was Belarus was actually someone who looked like a mix between my uncle and my best friend.
you know what i love about riverdale is we’re only 3 episodes in and it’s already pretty nuts- nuts enough that i think it’s time i sat you all down and told you about the afterlife with archie. there are major spoilers for the series ahead, but even knowing this spoilers it’s still a wild ride and i recommend reading.
so basically the afterlife with archie starts when jughead’s dog, hot dog, is hit by a car and killed. and jughead takes him to sabrina and is like, please save my dog, and sabrina is like well i’m not great at necromancy but i can try???
well it brings back the damn dog as a zombie, hot dog bites jughead, jughead shows up to the fall dance and just fucking tears into ethel, and all hell breaks loose
so now we’ve got the archie gang on the run from the hordes of the undead in the woods of westchester county, and there’s a lot of weird side plots like cheryl killed jason because he was creepy and abusive and killed her dog and how veronica’s butler is like, possibly part of the occult and wait, there’s more
as punishment for her black magic, sabrina’s aunts remove her mouth and sentence her to the netherealm for a year- but her interdimensional travel is somehow interrupted and she wakes up in the realm of the elder gods- you know, the elder gods. those kooky folks. and so now, in this actual comics canon, sabrina is the actual bride of actual cthulu, and the leader of the undead horde- i wish i was making this up. i truly do
josie and the pussycats are 100 year old vampires. this is not related to the main plot.
it turns out the person that hit hot dog was reggie- and reggie, out of guilt, is like, im going to turn myself over to the horde, i’m going to end this- and it WOULDVE WORKED, it ACTUALLY WOULDVE BROKEN THE SPELL, but fucking sabrina, teenage witch, bride of cthulu, is like- reggie. my man. my main guy. if you kill betty cooper, i’ll give you midge and she’ll love you and you can be with her forever and reggie is like well sure that’s worth more than humanity, yeah
this series started in 2013 and is only on issue 11 it’s a fucking disaster and you all have to read it
also they call zombie jughead “jugdead” and somehow everyone is like yeah thats tonally appropriate
You and Seokjin had been left back to protect the children while the rest of everybody went out to hunt for food. Normally it was a safe and calm job, that most of the time just meant having a day of and just playing with two adorable babies. You had always liked Seokjin, but he had lost his girlfriend in the first wave of this shit storm, and you knew that he still had nightmares about it so you pulled away not wanting to push him into something new so early on. What you didn’t know was that Seokjin also had feelings for you, while he still missed his old girlfriend, it had been over a year at that point, and he felt he was ready to move on. You had just gotten the children to sleep, both of you outside hanging up laundry, zombies never came here, since you had made home here with your group 8 months ago you had yet to see a zombie. You both reached for the same piece of cloth at the same time, trying to pull your hand away quickly, but Seokjin grabbed it and hold it close looking into your eyes. As you both leaned forward, and you hold your breath while thinking that this would be your first kiss, until you felt something throw it self on your back, plus pain in your neck and Seokjin screaming, falling backwards away from you. Fuck, you knew what had just happened, the one time that neither of you had been aware of your surroundings, you knew that this was it for you tho… but it didn’t have to be Seokjin’s.
“Run idiot! DON’T YOU DARE DIE WITH ME!!”
You and Yoongi were part of the same group of survivors, things had gotten bad recently and the two of you were send out to look for ammo, being the only two who could fight without guns. Yoongi with his bow and you with your swords. You had both been trying to avoid talking about the feelings you had for each other, but the days where the two of you were alone together trusting each other to have each others back made it harder and harder for both of you to ignore it. It was one close call that finally made it so you couldn’t keep it inside anymore, you were being you natural overly brave personality, and had engaged no more than 3 zombies in a close combat, the first easily fell head removed by your right sword, and as you were about to send the second the same way the ground under your feet, wet and unstable from years of decay gave in. As you were hanging on the ledge you thought that this would be it, that this was how you would go, you regret never telling Yoongi the truth about your feelings, but you also hoped you had created enough time for him to get out of there. At least only one of you had to die today. While you just hang there you heard noises, until Yoongi finally stuck his head over the ledge, and told you to hold on he would get you up. Turned out that the stupid idiot has engaged in melee combat and somehow won cause he refused to accept you dying.
“Don’t you ever fucking do that again! What I’m I suppose to do if I loose you, I.. No! I refuse to think of that! Please… Don’t do it again, I were so scared that it was all over.”
Over all romances during a zombie apocalypse might not have been the best idea, you should have known this. You had meet Hoseok very early on after it all started, both of you having lost the group of people you traveled with, and now alone and scared. You ended up striking up an unlikely friendship with the happy Hoseok, the good thing bout traveling with Hoseok was that he was happy and go lucky even in that shit show, on the less bright side… He was scared of most things, which was not a good thing trying to sneak through a zombie filled placed. Over all it worked for you guys, you were happy and you managed to survive, slowly falling in love with each other, both of you thought about how it would have been if you had meet without the apocalypse going on. Then how you guys would be after all of this was done, sadly you guys never got to experience it, your wasteland struggles ended with both of you hugging each other in a cellar zombies scratching on the door, there were no escape… This was the end
”You know I love you right? I know I never said it enough, but you mean the world to me, and these 4 months have been so much better than anything I would ever have expected. Thank you.”
You were Namjoon’s second in command, it wasn’t that you guys always got a long, actually you guys go into fights more often than probably necessary, the thing was that Namjoon sometimes were more about doing the peaceful option when it wasn’t the right one! That was why you were the second in command, you were ready for action when Namjoon much rather think of a way to avoid it, and when you wanted to rush into danger Namjoon was there to be logical and stop you from doing it. That was why you two no matter the arguments worked perfect as a team, your romance started as a rivalmance, but all it took was you to not manage to comeback with recon group you were out with. Nothing had happened to you of course, but that didn’t stop Namjoon from worrying so much, and when you finally got back, tried and covered in mud, he hugged you so tight that you were worried that he was going to break you already bruised ribs.
“Fuck this! I am not letting you go again, do you have any idea how worried I were when you didn’t come back with everybody else?!”
Both you and Jimin were the poster children for people who die the first day of a zombie apocolypse, but somehow you didn’t somehow both of you managed to survive until meeting. Jimin had started out in a group with his friends, and while they had lost two people on the way rest of them were still alive, when they found you you were alone half starved and more or less waiting to be eaten. They made the decision to take you back to their hideout and Jimin was in charge of nursing you back to health, that was where you connection stared that and maybe you half confused asked him if he was an angel, but he had promised you to never speak of that again. Neither of you knew what the next day would bring, so you just lived every day like it was your last.
“you know, before I met you I almost gave up on everything, I just wanted to be free of this, now you make it all worth it”
You and Taehyung had fallen in love before this shit storm all started, you never really got to confess to each other, but had slowly been getting there, but then this happened. You had thought Taehyung had died in the initial struggle, which you were kinda happy about, he was such a nice and sweet guy he would never have survived with what he would have been forced to do. You had joined up with a raider group, not that you had much of a choice it was either that or try to survive alone, which that would never work. You were ashamed of what you were forced to do, struggled with nightmares ever night, you hunted humans to steal there stuff and often kill the group. It was horrible and you hated yourself for it, but you just wanted to survive, that was what lead to the horrible event. Your scout had found another group, you would attack at dawn. The attack was quick and you easily overpowered the camp, when you went to look for survivors between the corpses, you found something you never expected to see… Taehyung almost drowning in his own blood.
“y/n? You have to run… they will kill you please!” oh… he died not knowing you were part of the group.
You and Jungkook’s relationship was… different, mostly cause he was different, when your group found him, he had a large wound in his side that looked like he had been clawed by a zombie. He was so young that you guys didn’t want it to be true, and the worst part was that Jungkook had no idea how he had gotten it, which was what lead to Jungkook being tied up with chains in your guys basement. You were the one who fed him each day and you talked to him…. and you fell in love with him. The thing was that nobody was completely sure how long time it took to turn into a zombie, so you guys waited… and waited… And each day nothing happened both you and Jungkook himself got more sure that he was safe. Small kisses, hugs and hand holding was what you dared to share between you, but you were hopeful. Until that hope was torn from you as your father woke you up on that fateful day, telling you the truth… Jungkook had turned into a zombie over night…
“No please… Please tell me you are lying! It’s not true! He was showing no signs! PLEASE!”
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Seungkwan wandered through the park with you, one of his hands casually brushed against yours by “accident” ever so often. The conversation you kept was casual, but still remained with special to each of you. “I’m not saying that you’re not built for the apocalypse, I’m just saying that if a zombie came out of nowhere I’m 99% certain I would have to carry your ass out of here myself.” Seungkwan glanced over at you for a moment, the sunset made soft white crescents float in his pupil allowing you to see a glimpse of a moon before the real one actually rose into the sky. It was winter and by now the butterflies had already migrated, but somehow you were still feeling them in your stomach everyday you spent with Seungkwan.
You gave him a teasing smile, laughing a little. “Are you flirting with me?” His cheeks turned an ember red, a soft ember that started a fire on your own cheeks. It was funny how quickly these things could spread. A part of you had known from day one that Seungkwan had a crush on you, you had definitely known since the first second that he would have some type of impact on you. You might not have believed in love at first sight, but the moment you saw Seungkwan you believed in something like that.
He kicked the snow in front of him, staying silent. It was not as if he felt anything but quiet however. If you could somehow install a microphone in his brain it would be loud enough to hear in the back of an amphitheater. The last bit of the sun began to kiss the horizon and you two watched thoughtfully waiting for the other to speak up.
“Here,” he took the bait. He reached into his pockets and pulled out a pair of mittens that he had saw in the store earlier that day. They were a soft white fleece with small hearts embroidered onto the thumbs. “I saw these at the store earlier and they made me think of you.”
You looked over to him with kind eyes, filled with sweet emotions. Your heart might have just swelled three sizes too big. This crush, these feeling really might kill you one day. You smiled at him sweetly and laid your head on his shoulder.
“Oh my god!” He groaned, making you quickly lift your head off his of it. Had you gone to fast? “Stop being so cute! I think I’m going to pass out!” He laughed and handed you the mittens, which you put on thankfully.
Hopefully these will warm your hands until I get the courage to hold them. He thought quietly to himself.
“It’s a good plan!… Okay, it’s half of an okay plan… So it’s actually like a hopeful idea. Better than nothing, though, right?” You asked in hushed tones.
“Maybe,” Dean conceded, currently busy looking out the window. “I still think we should wait. We’re safe in here.”
“Yeah, for now. We’re more like trapped if they manage to get in. We got nowhere to go,” you spoke, eyeing the floor, a disgusted expression growing on your face. “God, this place stinks.”
“Course it does,” Dean said matter-of-factly, turning around. “We’re in the middle of a zombie apocalypse. Everything stinks.”
“Well, somehow this stinks more, which is saying everything,” you replied with a sigh. Then uncrossed your arms. “So you wanna wait here till morning? I still think we should use that window and hope they don’t spot us.”
“What if they do? There’s a horde out there. No, we wait,” he decided, taking off his jacket and putting it on the floor, into the corner at the side of the barricaded door. “They’re probably just passing through. They’ll be gone in a few hours.”
“So many places in the world and we have to spend the night in a smelly bathroom. It sucks.”
“Hey,” Dean counter offered, his brows raised, “so many people in the world and you get to spend the night with me. Huh?”
“There aren’t that many people, Dean. They’re mostly dead or walkers. That kinda narrows down my options.”
“Very funny,” he said dryly, sitting down. “I’ll have you remember, when this,” he waved a finger between you and him, “started, they were all alive.”
“So, are you saying I’m lucky?” You teased him.
He patted his jacket, inviting you to sit. “I dunno about you. I sure am.”
“How can you make a night in a dirty bathroom suddenly okay, and slightly romantic, I’ll never know,” you confessed with a smile, sitting next to him. Dean immediately put an arm around your shoulders and you rested your head on his. Then he spoke, a smile in his voice, “So you’re saying you’re lucky too?”
Idk. What if it were a Zombie Bucky, but instead of eating brains he craves eating pussy. Like imagine him dragging a foot around moaning "PUSSY.... PUSSY... PUSSY..." . . . Okay I'll show myself out now.
😭😭😭😭😭😭😭 WHAT IN GOD’S NAME???? Somehow I’m still strangely turned on by this idea, I’m so fucked up lol.
I dare someone to make this fic! I’d willingly give you my soul!!
I didn’t find the group, I didn’t really want a group, but the group found me. Since day 1 I have been absolutely alone during this apocalypse. Traveling to where then were no Z’s, town to town. Sometimes there’s been times where I stayed at survival towns or traveling with a group. But it never lasts. People die, that’s just how it is now. There no point in making friends.
Well that was what I thought until I met them. They willing brought me along with them, gave me food and water, provided safely for me.
I have been with them for a few weeks now, a month the most. They still seemed a little hesitant around me but who wouldn’t blame them. I could hardly trust them at first, but now I only see the good in them.
Addy has been the one how was the closest to me. The one who forced the group to keep me around, saying there’s power in numbers. Warren doesn’t mind me, only agrees that it’s better to have more manpower. 10k seemed to be on eggshells around me. He was shy, his awkward self but he always seemed to be more shy and more awkward around me. The rest of the group didn’t seem to mind or care that I tagged along with them.
It is very odd how happy it makes me watching Prozd’s videos and seeing how many opinions we share.
“if you think the 2003 fullmetal alchemist anime is better than the manga, you’re wrong”
Cue me feeling somehow validated because someone on youtube whose stuff I enjoy shares a deeply held opinion i have that got me into tons of trouble and phrased said opinion just as passionately and obnoxiously as I would have…before everything.
NPC. Non Playable Character. They’re just bits of code programmed to react and respond with the player in order to progress the plot of the game. But Wires isn’t like that. There’s no point to it, no plot or purpose, all it has is just one glitched-up NPC with a foul mouth. And Gavin can’t decide if he should be terrified or fascinated by it all.
After the accident three years ago that left his face permanently scarred, Gavin never expected to get close to anybody again. But then Michael, the boy who can’t see, comes into his life and he finally begins to feel normal.
Barista Michael attempts to court a handsome regular using his incredible skill at creating phallic patterns in latte foam. “Dude,” Ray says from behind him. “Just ask this guy his name or something. This is getting really weird.” “What?” Michael says innocently.“I /so/ know that you’re thinking about dick cream right now,” Ray says. “I’m no expert but I can promise this is not a valid dating technique.” “Whatever Ray,” Michael says. “A man’s gotta have a hobby. I can’t help that my God-given talent is being a creamy dick artist.”
Michael knows how it works in this new world. People show their true colours and groups fall apart. He has Ryan, and that’s all he needs. He has Ryan, and Jack has Geoff. Ray works better on his own. Gavin always finds himself left behind. Michael’s done with big groups – but somehow the six of them just keep running into each other, again and again and again.
When the other sailors talked of mermaids, they tended to be referencing just that—mer'maids’. Maybe that was why, when Ryan spotted the young man shouting and flailing against the far off rocks, he thought nothing of the potential dangers of the sea…When Ryan Haywood’s attempted rescue goes wildly askew, he suddenly finds himself the object of a certain merman’s unwavering attention.
Seven Nationed Army (check the warnings on this one there’s quite a few that you might not be down for)
“I wasn’t going to leave you,” Ryan insists through ground teeth.“No,” Ray agrees. “You just took all the money and said ‘well, there doesn’t have to be two of us’.”In the Fake AH Crew, there are dark things in everyone’s pasts, however, these things tend not to show up unexpected and try to blow them all to hell. Perhaps Ryan’s past isn’t entirely in the past after all and now he and his crew have to deal with the person he’s wronged most; Ray Narvaez Jr.
We’re the Same (fav fav fav fav but hasn’t been updated since 10/2014 :c)
WC: 22960 (WIP)
Ray was born without any powers. Being so different isn’t easy, not in High School. But once he’s accepted onto the RT program, things start to get a whole lot better as he meets the unique Gavin Free and his group of amazingly skilled friends, and finally, Ray finds somewhere he can feel at home. Really, they’re the same.
It’s funny how quickly your life can change, one minute you are living your dream: dream job; dream apartment; dream boyfriend, then the next minute it is all gone.
The night of the boat party everything changed, there was an attack and a lot of people died. As far as I can tell I am the only survivor, my body sustained gashes from the attack and somehow it changed me into what only can be described as a zombie.
It’s weird though because I still have conscious thoughts, I’m still me, I just happen to like brains now. The only changes I gained apart from my little cravings, and the fact the my hair and skin have paled dramatically, is that I can turn someone into a zombie or maybe kill them… to be honest I don’t really know how it works just that a scratch from me is lethal.
Which leads me to why I am here now.
I’m stood infront of my loving boyfriend, Ravi, about to destroy our relationship so I can’t hurt him. “Ravi” I begin.
Ravi and I have been dating for three years, we moved in together within our first year of dating.
“I don’t know how else to say this” I continue, wanting to tell him everything whilst also wanting to protect him. “I think we should break up”.
Ravi had been looking concerned and nervous but now he just looked heart broken causing me to want to take everything back. “W..What?” Ravi stutters. Right I’ve started it now, just rip the plaster (band aid) off.
“I just feel trapped, I need to just have space, okay?” I say more harshly. “I’m sorry, I’m the problem…but I need to leave”. I feel like I was breaking inside as I lied through my teeth my first love. I get up and whilst giving an apologetic look to Ravi, I back away towards the door and leave. Leaving my heart with Ravi.
IN TWD though its also very unrealistic; like the lawn moer thing also what really irks me is how people still somehow turn even when they arent bit? like when they die? that just seems like an excuse to just make things more sad and hopeless and honestly it doesnt even make sense. how is everyone affected by the Zombie virus but still doing fine? no symptoms like coughing or fever and stuff but when they die theyre suddenly zombies? literally does not make sense
Exalted is a fantasy tabletop roleplaying game, like Dungeons and Dragons. Except instead of playing an elf or something you play a Super Saiyan. And instead of going into dungeons you surf down a volcano while riding a dinosaur. And the dinosaur may or may not be your significant other. And they’re riding an even larger dinosaur. Which pees heroine. These are all legitimate things in this game.
Exalted’s Crazy-Ass Backstory
In the beginning there was chaos. Then Satan and a bunch of his buddies thought it would be pretty cool if there wasn’t some chaos. So they did that, and thus Creation (with a big fancy capital C) and all life was theirs’ to dick around with. But after a while Satan and his buddies got tired of having to actually run reality and pick up after themselves. So they made the gods and spirits of the world to run Creation for them. And this actually worked out pretty OK for Satan and his buddies for a bit. They even made Heaven where they could sit around all day getting baked and playing video games.
But the gods got tired of this shit real quick. Satan kept barging into Creation, messing up everything, vomiting all over the floor, and telling them how Night Rider was like, totally the best band in the world, man. So the gods wanted to revolt. Only they couldn’t, because Satan had written it into the gods that they couldn’t touch him. Kind of one of those proximity shock-collar deals, only with gods. So the gods looked and found a loop-hole; they couldn’t attack Satan and all his buddies, but regular people could.
So each of the gods picked regular, mortal folks to get a bunch of superpowers. The gods and their respective champions were Superman and his league of superheroes, Ryoko from Tenchi Muyo and her legion of furries, the five Sailor Scouts and the Jedi, and the Planeteers who went with Power Rangers. By their powers combined, they were the Exalted.
So the Exalted fought against Satan and all his buddies. Satan made kaiju, the Exalted made mecha. Satan made demons, the Exalted made spells to bind them. In the mean time, reality broke apart. Eventually, the Exalted won, and Satan was pulled inside-out of his asshole by Superman, and then all Satan’s buddies were stuffed inside him and it was called Hell. Then Superman threw Satan away. But before Satan was kicked to the curb, he declared that all of Superman’s superheroes would eventually go crazy and things would be as bad as before. Superman didn’t really care and went to Heaven.
Time passed. The Exalted ruled the world. The superheroes were the kings, the furries were the queens, the Jedi were the councilors, and the Power Rangers were the soldiers. Creation got pretty cool. They had hover cars and internet and laserdiscs. But then things started to go downhill again. Superman got hooked on crack, Ryoko started to go insane, the Planeteers peaced out near all together, and the Sailor Scouts got drowned in dimensional paperwork. So there was really no one around to help when the superheroes became megalomaniacal assholes.
It was a pretty sweet deal when the superheroes were in charge for a while. But then they started getting corrupt and debauched. And nobody could really stop them because they were fucking superheroes. And the Jedi got worried that maybe if they didn’t stop the superheroes, the world would be doomed. So the Jedi convinced the Power Rangers to get all the superheroes and furries in the same place. Then they killed them, captured their souls so they couldn’t reincarnate, and the Power Rangers took over the world while the Jedi stayed in the shadows.
Everything looked like it was gonna’ go back to normal for a while. Maybe not as great as when the superheroes and furries ran things, but still pretty cool. Except then the Cthulhu Elves came. Yeah, see, back at the beginning of time, in the chaos, Satan and his buddies weren’t alone. There was an entire dimension of weird, shapeless, nameless chaos things just hanging around. And they liked being chaos things, and they liked living in the chaos. So when Satan made some not-chaos, that kind of pissed them off. And now that Satan and the gods and the superheroes and furries were gone, they figured now would be a good time to get rid of reality.
So the Cthulhu Elves, which are kind of like a mix between David Bowie and Neil Gaiman’s nightmares, brought their army of Everything That Has Ever Been Hallucinated with them to destroy the world. Luckily, the Power Rangers and the Jedi, who are now also Assassins, were able to stop them from completely wrecking up Creation. But a lot of reality is kind of up for grabs right now and there are mutants and werewolves and every now and then a section of reality swings between Lisa Frank stickers and Guillermo del Toro concept art and it’s just a mess. And then the zombie plague kicked in.
So, in the war between Satan and the Exalted, some of Satan’s buddies died. They were gonna’ get cast into the eternal void, but then their corpses/ghosts got scared of being wiped from reality forever and ever. So the zombie Satans huddled up together and became the Grim Reaper, and then they made the underworld, and started filling it up with the souls of the dead. To top it all off, the Grim Reapers somehow got their hands on the souls of some old superheroes, so now they could make Lich Kings. Which they did, and the Lich Kings led armies of the undead across Creation destroying pretty much everything and making zombies. So it looks like everything is screwed.
But luckily, there is a solution; you’ve come back! Somehow the souls of the superheroes are coming back to Creation, and they’re here to save the day again. Except now the Jedi-Assassins and the Power Rangers have convinced everyone that you’re a demon. And the furries are starting to turn into big tentacle monsters. And some of the Power Rangers have turned into Sauron. And the head Power Ranger, President of All the World, has gone missing. And Unicron is bringing an army of Transformers to reality for some reason. And Satan is making his own team of anti-superheroes, and he is pissed at you personally.
But that’s okay. And do you know why? Because you’re an Exalted. You were picked specifically for being awesome. By the time you’re done, they won’t know what hit ‘em. You’ve got this shit.
Nico DMd at first but everyone just kept dying. He wasn’t unfair or anything, his puzzles were just too fucking brilliant for a bunch of first-time players
he has since been banned from DMing and plays a cleric: He somehow deals the most damage and keeps everyone alive with some sick heals
Percy is an Orc Barbarian with 3 intelligence, the running joke is that he doesn’t even need to roleplay
Nico often has to remind him that he isn’t REQUIRED to use reckless attack every turn
Percy then reminds Nico of that time he split New York in half to unleash a horde of zombies and Nico drops it.
Frank plays a ranged rogue; each of his turns takes about 3 minutes as he weighs the options, often stopping to consult The Art of War
Several missions have been delayed because he refused to steal anything until he had scoped out the objects owner for a day to ensure that he wasn’t worthy of owning the item
Piper plays an elven paladin but plays like a barbarian - she will get legitimately angry when an attack beats her armor class, insisting to go over each of her various AC buffs before marking any damage
don’t get her started on attacks that negate AC and require a saving throw instead
“I JUST DON’T GET WHY I BOUGHT +1 PLATE ARMOR AND A RING OF PROTECTION IF THEY DON’T DO SHIT
the head councilor Hecate cabin whipped up a d20 that glows when charm speak is employed after the third time Piper convinced everyone the dragon had critfailed when it attacked her
Annabeth is equal parts asset and pain-in-the-ass-rule-enforcer
she has the player’s handbook, monster manual, DM’s handbook, and basically every DnD publication memorized, and seems to enjoy reciting them between turns
no rule circumvention is too slight for the daughter of Athena to pounce on and subsequently explain the vital nature of, outlining different ways gameplay would unravel if you drank your health potion after you’d already spent your bonus action
this stickler attitude lessens when her character fails any wisdom based check
“My character is 400 years old, and spent 200 of those years in a library studying every book she could find. She knows there’s a dragon at the end of the hallway, she knows who built the hallway, and she knows how she could have built it 10 times better”
Leo plays a halfling bard named Notfrodo Notbaggins
They spent like an hour trying to make him change it but he invented an entire naming system in his character’s culture to justify it.
Notfrodo knows only one song, and it sounds a lot like “they’re taking the hobbits to eisengard”
Jason plays, but is legitimately cursed.
He rolled ridiculously high on his original stats and plays a fighter who dual-wields battleaxes, giving him a maximum of six potential melee attacks on a turn
he’s lucky if two of them hit
he’s switched dice, he’s burnt offerings, he’s burnt dice, and had no luck
The Tyche campers swear they have nothing to do with it, though they can’t speak for their mother
the prevailing theory is that Zeus decreed his son could not be good at literally everything, and so cursed him with eternal crit fails
Hazel plays a dwarf paladin for one reason:
the spell Find Steed
She spent five minutes on her backstory and two weeks on her horse’s: A celestial unicorn with a name she found deep in either a player’s handbook or an ancient text that only she can pronounce
The horse speaks common, and will often voice criticisms of the other players’ choices that Hazel’s character is too softspoken to point out are dumb
Is the best DM this side of The Fucking Parthenon
her story arcs are so beautifully woven that players are routinely moved to tears by their poignancy
the smallest sentence in your player’s backstory may turn into an entire arc in the campaign, and always somehow relates back to the player’s own life and struggle
somehow their character overcoming that struggle gives them a way to keep going
Occasionally, during especially climactic sessions, the wind will rustle and a raven, eagle, dove, or other noble bird will land near where they are playing to watch; several of the gods are legitimately invested in the campaign,
mostly for Reyna’s brutal dungeons and master story telling
Sessions are a blast, and even on the most intense of nights everyone leaves laughing about the group’s exploits
Chiron loves it
when he heard it was happening he helped everyone make their characters
like he stayed up the night before to refresh on how the game worked (He played some in the 80s)
he just loves seeing his campers being normal young people for a change
The reason Korosensei’s relationship with his first apprentice ended up being so messed up was because Korosensei never truly acknowledged his pupil, treated him as a tool, and didn’t allow him to grow and follow his own path. What other relationships in the show are like that?
Hiromei doesn’t acknowledge Nagisa as his own person and treats him as a girl, and uses him to live through.
The Chairman doesn’t acknowledge Asano as a son, and trears him as a tool for his education methods.
When The apprentice thinks of his own ideas, they are always shot down by his Korosensei. When Nagisa tries to stand up for himself and stay in E class, Hiromi drugs him and tries to get him to burn down the school. And When Asano denies his father’s education methods, his father somehow turns his friends into zombies.
Because Korosensei never acknowledged his pupil, he is still desperate to be like Korosensei, so they both symbolically and literally end up becoming ‘monsters’.They both end up destroying each other all because of their dysfunctional relationship- The apprentice resents Korosensei, but wants his attention in equal measure.
This is how Hiromei + Nagisa, and Asano + the Chairman could of ended up, but in the end, both parents acknowledged their children and stopped trying to control them.