Fatebreaker

We aren't a "generally" sort of group, if you know what I mean.

1 word: Cookies

If you think squid are ridiculous, you haven't really read much of What Happened in Oregon my friend.

You know Kobold, I'm not sure what I expected this earth day, but a ponified version of a fictional character congratulating me on helping to depopulate the world was certainly not one of them. In hindsight though, it probably should've been...

"EVERYTHING. Even chalupas. " "And everyone knows you can't obtain Unobtainium, you must acquire it."

To be fair, a steely eyed mercenary muppet would hardly be out of place in this RP

Stitch may have lost the battle physically, but he maintained Villain Protocol the entire time, making him the moral victor. Which is weird, as I never thought I'd say that about any epic, especially Stitch...

H-how..... how did they discover his weakness?.....

Welcome Cloudjumper, to the Alley that is at once Dark and enlightened.

Ooh yeeeahhh... Welp. Crud. Maybe he just uses his impressive diaphragm and creates a metal megaphone? The entire exchange with the missiles and coating the building needn't have taken more than a few minutes, during which Deathwish was pointedly ignoring all of the goings on because of the presence of a damsel in distress. Or perhaps they were simply awed by Quicksilver's beautiful coat, which is both stylish and functional. Perhaps a stray missile does hit her, greatly angering her. When she looks for a culprit, she espies Deathwish flying through the air after Quicksilver. Having previously encountered him, she would automatically blame him for anything and pursue him. Also apparently I'm up to post for the Kathy/Dodgeball fight that happened a while ago. What should I even do with that?

An awesome action, wonderful writing, and classy characterization. Alliteratively amazing as always. Kudos Kobold! And now phase II of the Sliver's plan is almost ready.

Princess Voidus, Heir to Insanity and 2nd Generation Cookie Master

Then you will do well here If you are so inclined, drop by the Dark Alley and join our illustrious community of the Scientifically minded.

Trumps weakness would be anyone with small hands

Greetings and Salutations You sound like an earnest sort of a person, so help yourself to this sumptuous platter of raisin-free cookies and a complimentary upvote. Ignore the others slanders against the cookies, they simply don't appreciate the art of Baking. Favorite character from the Stormlight Archive? Welcome to the Madness

I vote for the unknown candidate for president, but only because I'm voting for him.

Yes, Quicksilver gave that whole speech as a distraction. And cause he likes to monologue Also I think Vondra is in his office, which as far as I know is still in the HQ...

In other news I actually got a Quicksilver post up thanks to this surge of something I've heard referenced as productivity. What a strange feeling...

"We've lost most of the west side of town! The missiles are relentless, sir. I don't kno..." Surveillance's voice was drowned out as Quicksilver smashed another missile. His concentration was unbreakable, but missiles were still slipping through his grasp. Arsenal must be nearing his limit. This volume of raw material is incredible! I need to hold out for a little longer. He caught another missile with a tendril of metal and launched it towards the city below. This tactic wasn't working. Time to try something different. Quicksilver channeled massive amounts of metal through his arms, creating two huge streams of silver that poured towards the guard's HQ. They flowed like mercury until they hit the building and began to engulf it. Every surface was covered in a gleaming metal coating that found every nook and crack. Quicksilver pulled every minute bit of metal he could find, from window frames to gutter pipes. The missile launch pads were swallowed and crushed, every piece of metal extracted. Quicksilver knew he didn't have enough metal to cover the entire building, so he concentrated on the windows, blocking every viewpoint he could find. From there he pressed inwards, ripping the very wires from the wall and the locks off of doors. He didn't need to be able to see the metal, he just needed to touch it with the metal already under his control. Even as he destroyed the missile pads, more sprung up to replace them. Arsenal could hit what he couldn't see, but it made it much more difficult. As more and more windows were covered, the missiles grew wilder and wilder while there were fewer missiles now, Quicksilver had less metal to catch them with. Three tendrils were all he could spare, and already the pillar he moved on had shortened. Arsenal could create his weapons from nothing, Quicksilver had to use what was already there. The odds were not in his favor. He'd have to utilize his resources carefully, or he'd find himself coming up short. And in a battle of this magnitude, that would be a death sentence. Pulling back all but the window coverings, Quicksilver focused once more on the missiles. Most of the west side of town was gone, along with patches throughout the rest of town. He would have to focus on the eastern side for now. Better to salvage some and lose most of the system than to lose all of it spreading himself too thin. Now he focused on destroying the east and north bound missiles, as well as the missile platforms. He made sure that he continued to hit the missiles heading west and south so as not to draw Arsenal's attention to his main objective. He purposefully let some missiles that were headed towards residential areas pass him. The more innocent lives ended by Arsenal, the stronger the conflict Vondra would feel. Quicksilver shouted to Surveillance over his com, "Surveillance, tell the men to head for the bridge. They are not to stop for anything. Then put me on all radio frequencies you can find, the guard's, the emergency broadcast, all of them. I have a message for the Dalles, and for Vondra." "On it." Surveillance replied, the sound of exploding missiles echoing in the background. Using the radio they'd taken from the guard woman they'd captured earlier would expedite the process, but configuring it into a mass broadcast system was by no means instantaneous, even with Surveillance's abilities. Quicksilver continued to battle the missiles as he waited in grim silence. Even with all of the missiles he was letting by, this was nothing short of demanding. Precious seconds passed until he heard Surveillance's response. "You're on boss. All the available signals I could find everything from FM to HAM radio. Just use your com's second channel to mass broadcast." Quicksilver grunted in acknowledgement. It was time for some propaganda. "People of the Dalles, HEAR ME!" Quicksilver's gravelly baritone resounded throughout the city as every available radio played his words. Even the missiles stopped firing, though Quicksilver was sure the respite was not to last for long. "I ask you to look at your city, at this haven for humanity amidst a world ruled by Epics. This city, where those sworn to protect you rain missiles down on your heads even as the one branded as an outlaw fights to stop it. Your protectors allow wild animals to roam the streets and sanctioned epics to destroy your homes. And still Vondra claims he can protect you! He maintains that Arsenal is under his control, that Deathwish follows his strict orders, that he is still in charge. But even as he says these things Deathwish and his ilk continues to molest the city while Arsenal's totalitarian hold grows tighter and tighter. "I have been here for years! Not once have I gone on rampages through your homes, or one by one stolen your freedoms. I fought the invaders when they came just yesterday and even now I stave off missiles aimed at your children in hopes that I might preserve what remains of this city. Ask yourself who is the true villain in the Dalles. Because I guarantee you Stephen Vondra knows. "Don't you Stephen?"

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I tell them I'm working on a creative writing project, but when asked to explain I always lose them at "Literal carpet bombing"...

Yeah, sorry it's taken so long. Some of my professors are already giving midterms... I am working on it though... Really...