Chapter 1 (Villain Arc)
Posted: Tue May 09, 2017 11:32 am
The epilogue from the last game, to start the new one!
"Pluck a pair of pansies"
*squish squish snap*
"Smear them red with handsies!"
*ehehehe...*
"Hear them scream, hear them moan,"
*snap, scream*
"Right down to the BONE!"
*End of audio recording*
The police chief's face tightens in pain as he rewinds the tape again, hoping that he did not miss anything. This has been the 47th homicide of this kind since last month, and all of Atlas City's finest have yet to apprehend this vile fiend. Rumors permeate the alleyways of the industrial sector, a hotspot for said killings, that the killer is not a man, but an animal, an animal in a man suit. One always know it is coming by the sound of maniacal laughter, demented, twisted, always... always right before a street genocide. In a far away underground institute, Cersei smiles as reports of her loved one's art flourishes the screen in bright hues of red.
-----
"In other news today, we have reports coming from downtown Lake Avenue, and good ones at that Donny."
"Do share Cecil! We could all use some good news after that grisly Industrial business."
"Today is the grand opening of the Spectacular 8 Memorial, honoring the great heroes of the Paragon Squad for their efforts in making Atlas City a place of safety for all. Visiting times will start this Saturday morning at 8 o'clock sharp! You've heard it first, from ACNN! This is Cecil,"
"and this is Donny, signing off!"
A streak of light is seen and man slowly walks up to the memorial with a bouquet in hand. The Paragon Squad had many friends and supporters, many of them being supers; it would not have been uncommon to see such a sight, but what happened afterward shook the people of Atlas City to the core. Unbeknownst to those at the event, the super was one of the two members of the Paragon Squad that went MIA during their glory years. He went by the name of Blake, but now...
"Raven, where ever you are right now, I hope your watching this. I really do. This one is for you! Hehehehe..." Hot Streak flips a switch in the bundle of flowers and speeds away just as quickly as he came. A crowd of people form around the memorial as the local parade begins. Those who mourn the loss of the 8 heroes gather and pay their respects. It all ended abruptly when the bouquet finished its countdown timer.
The first act of successful terrorism occurred within the heart of Atlas City just moments ago, as the recently erected memorial of the Spectacular 8 was blown to smithereens in a miniature thermo-nuclear detonation. The blast razed the entire south eastern portion of the Atlas City and killed countless thousands. The numbers are still increasing...
Hot Streak watches the news coverage of this terrible tragedy from his new HQ in the Industrial sector of Atlas City. "Raven, your friends, or what ever friends you have left, they won't be able to save you from what's coming. I WILL make your life a living hell, and now that our old squad is now dead, I will start working on the new one you joined not too long ago..." With the help of Vorpal as his steady right hand man, Cowboy, running the underground organization of the Eye in the background in all of their villainous schemes, and Laughing Genocide, a beast of a man who has broken free from his mortal coil and wanders the streets of Atlas City, Hot Streak was able to put together a group of villains unparalleled in destructive influence since the old days of the nasty greats. Atlas City's best have yet to put them down or even figure out where they are. After today, their names will go down in history for all time.
-----
Meanwhile, in a far away island in the Pacific, a mastermind of evil works on moving forward with his greatest plan yet! "The coordinates that my inside man gave to the military has worked flawlessly! The heroes delivered to me the key component that I needed to finish my greatest weapon yet. With this... I will commence in terraforming the entire planet, and usher it into a new age of Ichnorite!" He laughs maniacally as he stands upon a pedestal in an underground bunker. He looks upon his latest creation of with raised arms as the fueling engine starts to engage.
Behind the man known Symbiosis, is a vast army of cybernetic mutant super soldiers, before him... Rook Industries' giant ichnorite crystal formation, freshly teleported from its power plant in Atlas City's industrial sector.
A silent figure stands in the back of the bunker room, concealed in the shadows, but just barely visible to those who would look. Hidden underneath a hat and large trench coat, the man carries a suitcase and but only smiles as he witnesses the beginning of many things to come.
-----
The Laughing Genocide could never truly be controlled or considered an ally for too long. Just as quickly as he became a part of Hot Streak's group of villainy, so too did he vanish with a sadistic laugh into the shadows of the Industrial Sector. Cowboy, being the genius hacker that he was, found that his allegiances with The Eye was stronger than they were with Hot Streak, but no harm no foul as the saying goes. The Cowboy may be doing his own thing somewhere in the underworld of the cyberspace, but he has not forgotten his old alliance with Hot Streak and his crew. Perhaps one day, he will lend assistance in his own unique way when the group gets into a pinch... Vorpal, however, proved to be as loyal as comrades came. A brother in arms against the corrupt system of heroism, Vorpal commands respect amongst many and proves to be a shield and sword for Hot Streak as the need arises, for he is never too far away.
You may post, Monsieur Rose, GreyWolfVT, when you are ready.
"Pluck a pair of pansies"
*squish squish snap*
"Smear them red with handsies!"
*ehehehe...*
"Hear them scream, hear them moan,"
*snap, scream*
"Right down to the BONE!"
*End of audio recording*
The police chief's face tightens in pain as he rewinds the tape again, hoping that he did not miss anything. This has been the 47th homicide of this kind since last month, and all of Atlas City's finest have yet to apprehend this vile fiend. Rumors permeate the alleyways of the industrial sector, a hotspot for said killings, that the killer is not a man, but an animal, an animal in a man suit. One always know it is coming by the sound of maniacal laughter, demented, twisted, always... always right before a street genocide. In a far away underground institute, Cersei smiles as reports of her loved one's art flourishes the screen in bright hues of red.
-----
"In other news today, we have reports coming from downtown Lake Avenue, and good ones at that Donny."
"Do share Cecil! We could all use some good news after that grisly Industrial business."
"Today is the grand opening of the Spectacular 8 Memorial, honoring the great heroes of the Paragon Squad for their efforts in making Atlas City a place of safety for all. Visiting times will start this Saturday morning at 8 o'clock sharp! You've heard it first, from ACNN! This is Cecil,"
"and this is Donny, signing off!"
A streak of light is seen and man slowly walks up to the memorial with a bouquet in hand. The Paragon Squad had many friends and supporters, many of them being supers; it would not have been uncommon to see such a sight, but what happened afterward shook the people of Atlas City to the core. Unbeknownst to those at the event, the super was one of the two members of the Paragon Squad that went MIA during their glory years. He went by the name of Blake, but now...
"Raven, where ever you are right now, I hope your watching this. I really do. This one is for you! Hehehehe..." Hot Streak flips a switch in the bundle of flowers and speeds away just as quickly as he came. A crowd of people form around the memorial as the local parade begins. Those who mourn the loss of the 8 heroes gather and pay their respects. It all ended abruptly when the bouquet finished its countdown timer.
The first act of successful terrorism occurred within the heart of Atlas City just moments ago, as the recently erected memorial of the Spectacular 8 was blown to smithereens in a miniature thermo-nuclear detonation. The blast razed the entire south eastern portion of the Atlas City and killed countless thousands. The numbers are still increasing...
Hot Streak watches the news coverage of this terrible tragedy from his new HQ in the Industrial sector of Atlas City. "Raven, your friends, or what ever friends you have left, they won't be able to save you from what's coming. I WILL make your life a living hell, and now that our old squad is now dead, I will start working on the new one you joined not too long ago..." With the help of Vorpal as his steady right hand man, Cowboy, running the underground organization of the Eye in the background in all of their villainous schemes, and Laughing Genocide, a beast of a man who has broken free from his mortal coil and wanders the streets of Atlas City, Hot Streak was able to put together a group of villains unparalleled in destructive influence since the old days of the nasty greats. Atlas City's best have yet to put them down or even figure out where they are. After today, their names will go down in history for all time.
-----
Meanwhile, in a far away island in the Pacific, a mastermind of evil works on moving forward with his greatest plan yet! "The coordinates that my inside man gave to the military has worked flawlessly! The heroes delivered to me the key component that I needed to finish my greatest weapon yet. With this... I will commence in terraforming the entire planet, and usher it into a new age of Ichnorite!" He laughs maniacally as he stands upon a pedestal in an underground bunker. He looks upon his latest creation of with raised arms as the fueling engine starts to engage.
Behind the man known Symbiosis, is a vast army of cybernetic mutant super soldiers, before him... Rook Industries' giant ichnorite crystal formation, freshly teleported from its power plant in Atlas City's industrial sector.
A silent figure stands in the back of the bunker room, concealed in the shadows, but just barely visible to those who would look. Hidden underneath a hat and large trench coat, the man carries a suitcase and but only smiles as he witnesses the beginning of many things to come.
-----
The Laughing Genocide could never truly be controlled or considered an ally for too long. Just as quickly as he became a part of Hot Streak's group of villainy, so too did he vanish with a sadistic laugh into the shadows of the Industrial Sector. Cowboy, being the genius hacker that he was, found that his allegiances with The Eye was stronger than they were with Hot Streak, but no harm no foul as the saying goes. The Cowboy may be doing his own thing somewhere in the underworld of the cyberspace, but he has not forgotten his old alliance with Hot Streak and his crew. Perhaps one day, he will lend assistance in his own unique way when the group gets into a pinch... Vorpal, however, proved to be as loyal as comrades came. A brother in arms against the corrupt system of heroism, Vorpal commands respect amongst many and proves to be a shield and sword for Hot Streak as the need arises, for he is never too far away.
You may post, Monsieur Rose, GreyWolfVT, when you are ready.