BringerOfLight

As it fell through, it gained the washing machine sentience. What's up with all these inanimate objects gaining sentience?

Brin chugged at the drink that the woman had given him. It was amazing. "Well, mate, storm me if I know. There was this giant koloss-looking bloke on a rampage. I heard something about a prison van? Whatever. Thanks for the drink, mate, I owe you. M'names Flightless. Captain Brin Flightless. What's yours?"

They built it from stale marshmellows, mustard, cobblestones, and crem.

"I appreciate the offer, mate, but the fire brigade should be here soon, and it's too dangerous if you can't heal yourself." Brin said. "Look, best thing you can do is help out the victims." Brin pointed towards the mother and her baby. He heard sirens coming their way, and fire brigade trucks pulled up to the building. "Finally!" Brin exclaimed as his Stormlight dissipated. He plopped down to sit on the floor. He wiped soot off of his face, tucked his sweat-slicked eyebrows behind his ears, and fanned himself with his masked. "Storms, I need a drink." @Sorana @I think I am here. @kenod

I can see them- germs. They're all around me. For the 85th time today, I wash my hands. Oh, I'm hungry. But I can't go out, the germs will get me. I'm starving to death, but I can't leave. I look to my dog. "Fido," I call. "Come here, Fido."

Literally. They're assassins, remember?

"Alright," Brin said. Before you could say "scary skiing Skybreaker", Brin had lashed himself up into the air, making his way to the top of the building. He summoned Trill to slash apart a piece of debris hurtling towards them. He landed at the top, and the fire raged around him. Brin's lungs were immediately overwhelmed by smoke, so he lifted his overcoat to cover his mouth as he waded through the burning building. Too rushed to find a fire escape to take him down, Brin cut himself a hole in the roof, and landed in an empty room. Thankfully, most were out at the Festival tonight, so there would be a minimal amount of people in the building, which happened to be a modest apartment. He Divided the next wall, which he immediately regretted. Fire tore up towards him. In the next room, there was a mother holding her baby, covering their mouths against the swirling smoke. Brin yelled for them to come with him, and once they had latched on to him, he lashed them all up and out of the building. He carefully maneuvered them to safety, and handed the baby back to its mother. Brin motioned to Althea and Max, standing statically. "Mates, c'mon! I'll need some help!" @Sorana @I think I am here.

And that spelled the end for the Ghostbeaters.

So they threw a nuke back at the Ghostbusters.

Because the Ghostbusters, a ghost-supporting group, frowned on the violent ways of the Ghostbeaters.

My job here is done.

Depends on whether the moderators are online, and what they're doing. I think you can expect to get feedback by the next day.

And other forms of supernatural terrors. They became known as... the Ghostbeaters.

Oliver "Dad," Oliver calls. "Dad! I had a nightmare." Groggily, I get out of bed, and find my slippers. Oliver keeps calling for me. "Daad, I'm scared. Please, come..." "Yeah, Ollie, I'm coming," I call back sleepily. It's not until I open his door that I remember... Oliver died last month.

With the help of the Ghostbusters, the pig ghost left the bewildered technician, and the parasite left the broken-minded wizard. The four of them started a superhero team.

Because they wanted to give ghosts and other such possessors as much emotional support as they could- the Ghostbusters were largely misportrayed in the movies. They didn't want to "bust" ghosts- they wanted to give them a helping hand and a caring community.

Here's Augur Drane with some elaboration:

The parasite-possessed wizard met the pig-possessed technician at a support group for people with host bodies.

But, unfortunately, the pignician had escaped with the help of Neal Shusterman.

"Non!" the potatoes cried, when they realized it was actually dead five horned, five eyed flying purple people eater (fhfefppe as an acronym), and that the pig/technician had ran away with their leader.

The potatoes mistook it for the one eyed, one horned flying purple people eater they had made friends with earlier, and went to say hi to it, allowing the technician and Neal Shusterman to escape.

But was dragged into the doggy-pile alongside the pig-possessed techinician.

To be fair, that is a completely rational course of action, and I would do the same.

Neal Shusterman happened to be walking by, carrying the carcass of a five eyed, five horned flying purple people eater, as the potatoes doggy-piled the pig-possessed technician.

OW! unfair!