Kozmos
Jew Detective
Umm orders yea freeze the eifel tower in france and steal candy from babies.
CTNES: The Hero (or Villian) Within
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Kentharu
Zebra Commander
orders sent, KILL THOSE BLOODY GNOMES!! and... i don't mind candy being stolen from babies for it is to be stolen, for they are cry babies that cry, like babies, that cry
das
Regeneration In Process
Hope on! Pseudosumerian Pseudolegalism for the win!
Curse you! You saw through my clever plan!
Didn't look at what the others took when I created my character. Just couldn't think off a more relevant power in this case.
das
Regeneration In Process
"Writing down his history is not completely impossible, but is very, very hard. Though one of his weaknesses is that of many old men - he likes to boast of "the old days" - his memory is, predictably enough, not up to such a task as rememberign all that happeend with him over the millenias. But I will try to write down the most important facts.
Fact one: he was born in Sumeria, in the city of Ur, in 4000 BC. I asked him about what does he remember about it, but he couldn't immediately recalll any of the facts from there apart from his initiation. He just knew that he was born there, lived there... apparently he was a warrior back then, and already then, I suspect, he fought to defend peace and order within Ur. His initiation is in fact not something he knows too much about neither. He told me that by then he had already become as he is now - an old, but strong man. One day, a strange ritual was performed upon him by some people - and he said he doubts that they were priests. Anyway, he stopped aging. And had he not before fought to preserve order and thwart change, since then, he had dedicated himself to this.
Fact two: over time, he travelled much. Interestingly enough, he had never been to China at all. Perhaps it was because there wasn't much to do there most of the time. China never knew any real revolutions. It knew palace coups, civil wars, changes, but what happened in it was different. Then again, I don't know much about China myself. Perhaps he never went there because it was too far away. Or perhaps because indeed there were Legalists there that did all that was needed without his help. He never spoke with me about the Legalists, and neither did I speak with him - one day I'll probably ask him about them, but I doubt that he cared too much for them, as by the time they appeared his worldview was already shaped accordingly.
Anyway, he travelled throughout the Middle East, Africa and Europe. At first he didn't stray far from the Middle East, ofcourse. There he assisted Sargon I (of Akkad), Hammurabi, Sargon II (of Assyria), Nebuchadnazzer II... Then eventually he became disillusioned with them (for they, too, destroyed old order to create shaky empires), and went to Greece. It was not too hard for me to guess what he did there; ofcourse, he helped Lycurgus. Or perhaps, as another... paladinolog from his team suggested, he WAS Lycurgus. Not sure if he was Draco too. Probably not, the Athenian lawgiver's manner was unlike our Paladin - he (the Paladin) was fanatical, idealistic, but not cruel and believed any punishment to be a necessary evil unless applied to revolutionaries (in which case it was good, very good).
At some point, he left Sparta. The Middle East was in thinly-veiled chaos, and to deal with that, the Paladin begun grooming up the man who would finally bring Order to the place, if not for as long as the Paladin had hoped. The Paladin saved, inspired and assisted the son of Cambyses, great king, king of Anshan, grandson of Cyrus,great king, king of Anshan, descendant of Teispes, great king, king of Anshan, of a family which always exercised kingship. Alright, alright, he helped Cyrus build the Persian Empire. That, by the way, would be fact three.
Fact four: No doubt one of the most tragic sights that he had witnessed was the one he saw in August 480 BC, at Thermopylae. That he still remembers - not the battle itself, but his emotion when he realized that the two states he had created - or, at least, helped to create - were to clash in battle. No matter who wins, he loses, order loses. He knew not what to do. He couldn't help either side, nor could he watch on. His attempts to persuade the Persian ruler - the initiator of the conflict - to sign peace had failed. Though Xerxes did believe, at least partially, what he had been told about this strange man, he wasn't about to let him influence his plans. Xerxes greatly regretted it later, andsent out envoys to try and find our Paladin. But none saw any trace of him. He went into hiding, a self-enforced exile, during which he had tried to understand where was his mistake. Not cut off from the outer world, he did learn that the war ended in stalemate, and that was as good as he could hope for. But he still remembered how Xerxes dismissed him with a sneer, how the prideful Spartans refused to even listen to him. And how between Sparta and Persia, a new threat emerged, like nothing he had seen before... Athens. An ominous city of triumphant regicide and revolution."
To be continued.
Fact one: he was born in Sumeria, in the city of Ur, in 4000 BC. I asked him about what does he remember about it, but he couldn't immediately recalll any of the facts from there apart from his initiation. He just knew that he was born there, lived there... apparently he was a warrior back then, and already then, I suspect, he fought to defend peace and order within Ur. His initiation is in fact not something he knows too much about neither. He told me that by then he had already become as he is now - an old, but strong man. One day, a strange ritual was performed upon him by some people - and he said he doubts that they were priests. Anyway, he stopped aging. And had he not before fought to preserve order and thwart change, since then, he had dedicated himself to this.
Fact two: over time, he travelled much. Interestingly enough, he had never been to China at all. Perhaps it was because there wasn't much to do there most of the time. China never knew any real revolutions. It knew palace coups, civil wars, changes, but what happened in it was different. Then again, I don't know much about China myself. Perhaps he never went there because it was too far away. Or perhaps because indeed there were Legalists there that did all that was needed without his help. He never spoke with me about the Legalists, and neither did I speak with him - one day I'll probably ask him about them, but I doubt that he cared too much for them, as by the time they appeared his worldview was already shaped accordingly.
Anyway, he travelled throughout the Middle East, Africa and Europe. At first he didn't stray far from the Middle East, ofcourse. There he assisted Sargon I (of Akkad), Hammurabi, Sargon II (of Assyria), Nebuchadnazzer II... Then eventually he became disillusioned with them (for they, too, destroyed old order to create shaky empires), and went to Greece. It was not too hard for me to guess what he did there; ofcourse, he helped Lycurgus. Or perhaps, as another... paladinolog from his team suggested, he WAS Lycurgus. Not sure if he was Draco too. Probably not, the Athenian lawgiver's manner was unlike our Paladin - he (the Paladin) was fanatical, idealistic, but not cruel and believed any punishment to be a necessary evil unless applied to revolutionaries (in which case it was good, very good).
At some point, he left Sparta. The Middle East was in thinly-veiled chaos, and to deal with that, the Paladin begun grooming up the man who would finally bring Order to the place, if not for as long as the Paladin had hoped. The Paladin saved, inspired and assisted the son of Cambyses, great king, king of Anshan, grandson of Cyrus,great king, king of Anshan, descendant of Teispes, great king, king of Anshan, of a family which always exercised kingship. Alright, alright, he helped Cyrus build the Persian Empire. That, by the way, would be fact three.
Fact four: No doubt one of the most tragic sights that he had witnessed was the one he saw in August 480 BC, at Thermopylae. That he still remembers - not the battle itself, but his emotion when he realized that the two states he had created - or, at least, helped to create - were to clash in battle. No matter who wins, he loses, order loses. He knew not what to do. He couldn't help either side, nor could he watch on. His attempts to persuade the Persian ruler - the initiator of the conflict - to sign peace had failed. Though Xerxes did believe, at least partially, what he had been told about this strange man, he wasn't about to let him influence his plans. Xerxes greatly regretted it later, andsent out envoys to try and find our Paladin. But none saw any trace of him. He went into hiding, a self-enforced exile, during which he had tried to understand where was his mistake. Not cut off from the outer world, he did learn that the war ended in stalemate, and that was as good as he could hope for. But he still remembered how Xerxes dismissed him with a sneer, how the prideful Spartans refused to even listen to him. And how between Sparta and Persia, a new threat emerged, like nothing he had seen before... Athens. An ominous city of triumphant regicide and revolution."
To be continued.
Luckymoose
The World is Mine
What no magnetism powers?
Villian Name: Joe "Frostbite" Mahoney
Home Town: Atlanta,Georgia, (no secret base yet)
Base Level: Basement
Funds: 1000 WC
Weapons: A pistol and a knife
Stockpile: nothing
Henchmen: 5 men
Vehicles: Old Car
Superhero level: 0
Strength:0
Speed/Agility: 0
Endurence:0
Powers: Ice
1) Frost
Research:
Description:Cool guy,literally,in his mid 20's.Usually just messes with helpless people by doing things like frezzing the ground infront of moving cars so they crash.Freezing crops and killing them so a poor farmer has no harvest for money.But resently he has changed into a more seirous villian to say.Robbing a local bank by freezing and breaking the safes door with the help of his freinds and takening all the cash.He beat the bank manager to death with a baseball bat that he had temporally frozen to add to the damage.Now he has gone home with his friends who are all juvinile delenquints and have formed a gang under his control.They hide out in a old abandoned house somewhere in inner city Atlanta.He plans to use the money he stole to buy a new rad car and some candy.
Villian Name: Joe "Frostbite" Mahoney
Home Town: Atlanta,Georgia, (no secret base yet)
Base Level: Basement
Funds: 1000 WC
Weapons: A pistol and a knife
Stockpile: nothing
Henchmen: 5 men
Vehicles: Old Car
Superhero level: 0
Strength:0
Speed/Agility: 0
Endurence:0
Powers: Ice
1) Frost
Research:
Description:Cool guy,literally,in his mid 20's.Usually just messes with helpless people by doing things like frezzing the ground infront of moving cars so they crash.Freezing crops and killing them so a poor farmer has no harvest for money.But resently he has changed into a more seirous villian to say.Robbing a local bank by freezing and breaking the safes door with the help of his freinds and takening all the cash.He beat the bank manager to death with a baseball bat that he had temporally frozen to add to the damage.Now he has gone home with his friends who are all juvinile delenquints and have formed a gang under his control.They hide out in a old abandoned house somewhere in inner city Atlanta.He plans to use the money he stole to buy a new rad car and some candy.
The Flight to Palermo was long and expensive, the “jetlag” was horrible and the place smelled like crap. A good way to start Paolo though, talking about starting why the hell did I go to Palermo? Of all places in the world why this Mafia infested place, the infrastructure sucked, everyone with ties to the government was corrupt and everyone is extremely religious. Perhaps he could use some of these things to further his goals, but what are his goals? After the death of his mentor and most of its followers Paolo decided to break all ties with the Remains of the WBC, the compound was sold, tickets were bought to Palermo, the few transatlantic flights that flew were very expensive, luckily the Italian Lira was worth crap and thus the remaining money were more than to buy a small house in an in the suburbs of Palermo, they even managed to buy an old light truck from the pre-ww2 era, a SPA mod. CL 39, its previous owner said it was “This Small truck was famous for being robust, reliable and maneuverable. It was conceived for transportation of personnel and cargo as a substitute of older and obsolete vehicles, after the Italian capitulation these trucks became army surplus and were sold, this one is in particularly good shape!”. Weapons were also easily procured and many ww2 weapons found their way to the black market. Now Paolo just needed a goal and a plan to achieve that goal, there is much work to be done.
Soon Paolo learned that Palermo and Sicily was not as bad as his parents story made it look like, it was much worse. Now he could understand why they emigrated to America and why people continued to emigrate to the North of Italy or abroad.
The whole island seemed trapped into a vicious circle, the Government would send money to improve the region, the Mob would embezzle the money, the mob would pay bribes to government officials to make sure they would be left alone and that money would continue to flow into Sicily and the Honest Sicilians continued to suffer in poverty and despair, their faith being one of the only thing to bring them comfort, Paolo now knew his goal, now the planning phase started.
That evening Paolo attended a mass in one of the many small churches that are build in Palermo, there he listen how the young Father Marco held his mass, the young preacher held a fiery sermon, he told the people that they and only they are the ones that can change things in Palermo, he told them that as long as La Cosa Nostra would continue to thrive as long as they would maintain the omertà.
After the mass….
“Buonasera Padre Marco” Paolo said as he approached the Priest and extended his hand offering him a handshake.
“Buonasera Signor?” Marco asked as he shook the Paolo’s hand.
“Paolo Magno, I found your sermon very interesting”
“I have had enough of you Mafiosi! I already told you I don’t fear you and I wont be silenced! Get out of my church you scumbag!”
“Si calmi padre! I have no ties with La Cosa Nostra, nor would I”
“Mi scusi figliuolo, those scumbags have been making threats since I started preaching in this house of god, those shameless bastards have even tried to burn the church down one night.”
“Are your sermons always so fiery and against La Cosa Nostra?”
“Si, My sermons are against evil and La Cosa Nostra is a tool of the devil, it seduces men with greed and makes them do vile deeds that condemn their souls to an eternity in hell, Sicilians suffers because of these men’s greed and their suffering will not end untill La Cosa Nostra ceases to exist.”
“And you seek to bring La Cosa Nostra down alone?”
“I am never alone, god is on my side and one day his children will see that if they wish they could destroy these evil creatures, once they will see they will”
“That’s an ambitious plan”
“Why are you asking me these thing, Signor Magno”
“Mi chiami Paolo, my parents fled Sicily many years ago, they sough fortune in the USA, but for their whole lives they told me stories of Sicily and how they missed it, they thuly loved their homeland, but the Mafia and the Corruption here made life unbearable, I was 7 when they died in an accident, after their death i was adopted by a man, this man saw something in me, he said I had a power, a power to make sick people better for years I tried, at first I though he was crazy, but he pushed me and pushed me until i learned to control this power, at first I could only heal someone headache or a bruise, but as I kept practicing I became better, now I am able to heal minor injuries such as cuts and burns, I want to use my skills to help you and the peoples of sicily”
“Guarda amico, im not an idiot, I don’t know what you are tring to do here but I will not have you use me to rip off people for what little they have, so why don’t you get our of my church and never come back.”
“Let me prove it to you” Marco looks skeptically as Paolo moves his hand over a candle, after a couple of seconds a disgusting smell of burnt flesh fills the air, Marco looks shocked as he realizes that Paolo is really burning.
“Fermati Idiota!” Marco screams
“Guarda! Look at it closely and pay attention!” Paolo says as he taking his hand off the candle and showing clearly his burn side to Marco.
After a couple of seconds his the edges of the burnt flesh start changing color, slowly his hand heals and in a couple of minutes the skin showed only a light discoloration were the burns had occurred.
“Why, how, was it a trick, how did you do it, this is not possible!” the Shocked Marco babbled, still trying to make sense of what he just saw.
“Non so padre, I don’t know how, or why I have this gift, but I do know that I want to use it to help people”
“Molto bene, that’s a good thing son, some of our saints are said to have had such a gift, however I never though of seeing such thing happen before my eyes, I hope that you will chose your path well and the Kingdom of Heaven shall open the gates and welcome you when your time will come.”
“Thank you father, I have much to think about, may we meet again soon”
Paolo left the Church and returned home.
Soon Paolo learned that Palermo and Sicily was not as bad as his parents story made it look like, it was much worse. Now he could understand why they emigrated to America and why people continued to emigrate to the North of Italy or abroad.
The whole island seemed trapped into a vicious circle, the Government would send money to improve the region, the Mob would embezzle the money, the mob would pay bribes to government officials to make sure they would be left alone and that money would continue to flow into Sicily and the Honest Sicilians continued to suffer in poverty and despair, their faith being one of the only thing to bring them comfort, Paolo now knew his goal, now the planning phase started.
That evening Paolo attended a mass in one of the many small churches that are build in Palermo, there he listen how the young Father Marco held his mass, the young preacher held a fiery sermon, he told the people that they and only they are the ones that can change things in Palermo, he told them that as long as La Cosa Nostra would continue to thrive as long as they would maintain the omertà.
After the mass….
“Buonasera Padre Marco” Paolo said as he approached the Priest and extended his hand offering him a handshake.
“Buonasera Signor?” Marco asked as he shook the Paolo’s hand.
“Paolo Magno, I found your sermon very interesting”
“I have had enough of you Mafiosi! I already told you I don’t fear you and I wont be silenced! Get out of my church you scumbag!”
“Si calmi padre! I have no ties with La Cosa Nostra, nor would I”
“Mi scusi figliuolo, those scumbags have been making threats since I started preaching in this house of god, those shameless bastards have even tried to burn the church down one night.”
“Are your sermons always so fiery and against La Cosa Nostra?”
“Si, My sermons are against evil and La Cosa Nostra is a tool of the devil, it seduces men with greed and makes them do vile deeds that condemn their souls to an eternity in hell, Sicilians suffers because of these men’s greed and their suffering will not end untill La Cosa Nostra ceases to exist.”
“And you seek to bring La Cosa Nostra down alone?”
“I am never alone, god is on my side and one day his children will see that if they wish they could destroy these evil creatures, once they will see they will”
“That’s an ambitious plan”
“Why are you asking me these thing, Signor Magno”
“Mi chiami Paolo, my parents fled Sicily many years ago, they sough fortune in the USA, but for their whole lives they told me stories of Sicily and how they missed it, they thuly loved their homeland, but the Mafia and the Corruption here made life unbearable, I was 7 when they died in an accident, after their death i was adopted by a man, this man saw something in me, he said I had a power, a power to make sick people better for years I tried, at first I though he was crazy, but he pushed me and pushed me until i learned to control this power, at first I could only heal someone headache or a bruise, but as I kept practicing I became better, now I am able to heal minor injuries such as cuts and burns, I want to use my skills to help you and the peoples of sicily”
“Guarda amico, im not an idiot, I don’t know what you are tring to do here but I will not have you use me to rip off people for what little they have, so why don’t you get our of my church and never come back.”
“Let me prove it to you” Marco looks skeptically as Paolo moves his hand over a candle, after a couple of seconds a disgusting smell of burnt flesh fills the air, Marco looks shocked as he realizes that Paolo is really burning.
“Fermati Idiota!” Marco screams
“Guarda! Look at it closely and pay attention!” Paolo says as he taking his hand off the candle and showing clearly his burn side to Marco.
After a couple of seconds his the edges of the burnt flesh start changing color, slowly his hand heals and in a couple of minutes the skin showed only a light discoloration were the burns had occurred.
“Why, how, was it a trick, how did you do it, this is not possible!” the Shocked Marco babbled, still trying to make sense of what he just saw.
“Non so padre, I don’t know how, or why I have this gift, but I do know that I want to use it to help people”
“Molto bene, that’s a good thing son, some of our saints are said to have had such a gift, however I never though of seeing such thing happen before my eyes, I hope that you will chose your path well and the Kingdom of Heaven shall open the gates and welcome you when your time will come.”
“Thank you father, I have much to think about, may we meet again soon”
Paolo left the Church and returned home.
JosefStalinator
Я буду снова здесь
Emperor Norton awoke to begin his daily survey of his Kingdom. About him his servants slept peacefully on the cold San Francisco sidewalk.
"Alas, sire, Ricky has succumbed to the cold", remarked Norton's right hand man, Sir Malakai the elder, as he noticed the Emperor emerging from his regal Box.
"Hold thy sorrow, child, he is with Eris now", sighed the Emperor, reciting the Discordian prayer and zipping up Ricky's sleeping bag.
"Fetch me my Royal Garments, today is the day we spread the word of Eris to the masses", commanded the emperor, brushing the bird droppings from his pants and ignoring the penetrating smell of urine all about him.
Norton gathered his men and headed to Army street, where a crowd of a few dozen men had already gathered to greet him.
"I had not even announced my visit, and yet my loyal followers congregate before me! Eris be praised! Great people of San Francisco, I summon you here today to behold the power of Eris, bring forward your weary, your sick, your tired, and I shall banish from them their wounds!"
The people gathered along Army street had turned to pay attention to this new strangely garbed man shouting from atop a garbage can with an army of bums at his side. They looked about in confusion, and one began to speak, when two pick-up trucks pulled up to the curb.
"I need 5 men, 4 hours."
The spectator's attention quickly shifted, as they scrambled aboard the pick up trucks, desperately fighting amongst themselves, until five men had gained control and drove away without a word.
"Damn, ese, all your babbling made me lose my yob!"
"You dare speak to your emperor like that?" Bellowed Malakai angrily, "Bow before him now and beg forgiveness, lest the full might of Eris be set upon you!"
"Eh, amigos, mata estes hijos de putas!"
The Latin man reacted angrily to this threat, and with a whistle summoned up his amigos, weilding a knife and prepared for a full fledged gang fight, charging at malakai and the homeless men.
Before Norton could even react, his men and their aggressors locked in battle, slashing and fighting amongst a flurry of blood and fists. All around a crowd of civilians had gathered, cheering on both sides and placing bets on the victors.
"ENOUGH!" Bellowed the Emperor, his voice echoing through the heavens, reverberating off the taquerias and roach coaches for miles around. "Hold thy blows and tongues! We fight amongst ourselves, peoples of the streets, as greater powers at be rob us blind and bring our country to ruin!"
Norton continued his speech, descending from his garbage can, raising his hands to the sky with sceptre extended.
"GREAT ERIS, GRANT ME YOUR STRENGTH!"
Norton laid his hands upon an injured man, and has he did so, a holy light eminiated from his arms. Instantly, his wounds healed, and Norton continued from man to man removing the wounds and placing a blessing of Eris upon each one.
Awed by the recent happenings, the crowds began to chatter among themselves and cheer Norton for his exploits.
"Eris' will cannot be denied, great people of San Francisco, for I am your Emperor and sovereign head of the Discordian church. Return to your lives, spread word that Emperor Norton has returned, and cherish the memory of my Successor. Bear in mind the time soon comes for the crown of the United States and Protector of Mexico to once again assert authority over the corrupt, indecent, bureaucrats of washington!
The emperor called his entourage and departed, as the crowd stood jaws agape, unsure if what they had just seen was real. One man, dressed in old civil war era clothes rought with holes and bird droppings, had just ascended a garbage can, announced his intention to overthrow the US government as emperor, and miraculously healed a group of immigrants and homeless men embroiled in an all out knife fight. Not a soul spoke, or knew what to say, until an elderly man grinned, bowed his head, and said aloud;
"Emperor Norton has returned"
"Alas, sire, Ricky has succumbed to the cold", remarked Norton's right hand man, Sir Malakai the elder, as he noticed the Emperor emerging from his regal Box.
"Hold thy sorrow, child, he is with Eris now", sighed the Emperor, reciting the Discordian prayer and zipping up Ricky's sleeping bag.
"Fetch me my Royal Garments, today is the day we spread the word of Eris to the masses", commanded the emperor, brushing the bird droppings from his pants and ignoring the penetrating smell of urine all about him.
Norton gathered his men and headed to Army street, where a crowd of a few dozen men had already gathered to greet him.
"I had not even announced my visit, and yet my loyal followers congregate before me! Eris be praised! Great people of San Francisco, I summon you here today to behold the power of Eris, bring forward your weary, your sick, your tired, and I shall banish from them their wounds!"
The people gathered along Army street had turned to pay attention to this new strangely garbed man shouting from atop a garbage can with an army of bums at his side. They looked about in confusion, and one began to speak, when two pick-up trucks pulled up to the curb.
"I need 5 men, 4 hours."
The spectator's attention quickly shifted, as they scrambled aboard the pick up trucks, desperately fighting amongst themselves, until five men had gained control and drove away without a word.
"Damn, ese, all your babbling made me lose my yob!"
"You dare speak to your emperor like that?" Bellowed Malakai angrily, "Bow before him now and beg forgiveness, lest the full might of Eris be set upon you!"
"Eh, amigos, mata estes hijos de putas!"
The Latin man reacted angrily to this threat, and with a whistle summoned up his amigos, weilding a knife and prepared for a full fledged gang fight, charging at malakai and the homeless men.
Before Norton could even react, his men and their aggressors locked in battle, slashing and fighting amongst a flurry of blood and fists. All around a crowd of civilians had gathered, cheering on both sides and placing bets on the victors.
"ENOUGH!" Bellowed the Emperor, his voice echoing through the heavens, reverberating off the taquerias and roach coaches for miles around. "Hold thy blows and tongues! We fight amongst ourselves, peoples of the streets, as greater powers at be rob us blind and bring our country to ruin!"
Norton continued his speech, descending from his garbage can, raising his hands to the sky with sceptre extended.
"GREAT ERIS, GRANT ME YOUR STRENGTH!"
Norton laid his hands upon an injured man, and has he did so, a holy light eminiated from his arms. Instantly, his wounds healed, and Norton continued from man to man removing the wounds and placing a blessing of Eris upon each one.
Awed by the recent happenings, the crowds began to chatter among themselves and cheer Norton for his exploits.
"Eris' will cannot be denied, great people of San Francisco, for I am your Emperor and sovereign head of the Discordian church. Return to your lives, spread word that Emperor Norton has returned, and cherish the memory of my Successor. Bear in mind the time soon comes for the crown of the United States and Protector of Mexico to once again assert authority over the corrupt, indecent, bureaucrats of washington!
The emperor called his entourage and departed, as the crowd stood jaws agape, unsure if what they had just seen was real. One man, dressed in old civil war era clothes rought with holes and bird droppings, had just ascended a garbage can, announced his intention to overthrow the US government as emperor, and miraculously healed a group of immigrants and homeless men embroiled in an all out knife fight. Not a soul spoke, or knew what to say, until an elderly man grinned, bowed his head, and said aloud;
"Emperor Norton has returned"
Luckymoose
The World is Mine
Norton shall be destroyed.
das
Regeneration In Process
That he shall, that he shall... 
Luckymoose
The World is Mine
Norton is considered a hero? A good guy none the less?
das
Regeneration In Process
Well, his hobos like him. And he is an emperor, but he still is, on the other hand, a worshiper of Chaos - even worse than the other revolutionaries! IMHO we should all gang up on him.
JosefStalinator
Я буду снова здесь
das said:
He is an Emperor who supports a theory of Chaos
Hes the establishment for anti-establishmentarianism. Norton is just a walking paradox
Update 1: The Players Enter the Stage (1950-1951)
The Yearly Globe
A wanderer is gaining attention for his robberies, and then his escapes from heavily guarded police stations. Devin Ray, or Renegade as he is known has been robbing convience stores all over Austin Texas, and has thus far eluded capture. It is summarized that this criminal has super powers, which would explain the unbroken string of robberies, and his escapes...(Renegade: +1200 WC, new motorcycle, +6 henchmen)
Meanwhile, in Argentina, a man calling himself the Last Paladin has arisen in Buenos Aires. Using his considerable knowledge of world history, and his influence, this hero has aligned himself with the current President of Argentina, Juan Perón. This has gain him some support funds, and more men to combat revolutionaries in Argentina. In the numerous fire fights, the Last Paladin has protected himself with his shield, leaving in no doubt in the cities mind his status as a hero...(Last Paladin: +300 WC, +6 rifles, +14 Henchmen)
In opposition to this conservative hero, a revolutionary villain has arisen in Havana, Cuba. In a sophisticated assault, the villain looted a foreign bank with machine guns under the cover of rain, quickly and efficiently stripping it of any value to him, leaving only this note: "Beware the Comrade capitalists, Batistas days are numbered". Already the struggling government of Cuba has begun to look into this new villain, although the villain seems to have connections with the communist movement of Castro, and the support of some of the poorer population of Havana. This has gained him several more followers...(+2200 WC, 6 machine guns, 22 lbs of explosive, +20 Henchmen)
In the heart of capitalism, Las Vegas, however, a villain and a hero have already come to blows, while the rest of the world recovers from the devastation of battles between Blitzman and the allies. Blackjack and Catalyst Prime have met upon the streets of Las Vegas, and the exchange was not pretty. Blackjack had just recently pulled off a daring raid upon gambling and mob hot-spot Flamingo Casino, killing several goons who refused to cooperate before blowing the safe and stealing everything that was valuable.
Blackjack managed to escape the police in the desert, but when he returned to Las Vegas, Catalyst Prime was waiting for him. Using his telekinesis, Catalyst lifted up Blackjack, and threw him into a nearby wall before shooting him twice with his dual pistols. After observing Blackjack healing himself from the wounds, Catalyst disappeared, although Blackjack's robbery of a mob hot spot has found Catalyst supported by both the mob and the police, as well as the populations, although Blackjack's increased money supply has given him more greedy henchmen...
(Blackjack: +2500 WC, +12 Henchmen, 3 Machine gun, 3 Rifle, 5 Pistol, 21 pounds of explosive, -Pride)
(Catalyst Prime: +400 WC, 1 Pistol, +8 Henchmen, +Support of Populace)
In the other heart of capitalism, New York, Lord Fire (who's name has nothing to do with his power, apparently) uses his telepathy to rob a bank, and get a clean get-away, although he had tried to rape the minds of the people he robbed and found he was not strong enough to do anything more than read thoughts. Some loot is lost, however, as Lord Fire's horrible spelling results in one of the henchmen taking a briefcase of cottage cheese...(Lord Fire: +2000 WC, 2 Rifiles, 4 Machine guns, and 6 Pistols, 3 pounds of Explosive, +8 Henchmen, ++ Mod's plea to use spellcheck)
Legionary in Rome does some good stuff, like winning the Pizza and pasta eating contest, and saving the day for people with high blood pressure everywhere. Thankfully there was a cash prize [Send better orders]...(Legionary : +200 WC, +Stomach ache)
In Asia, Malaysia to be specific, a man named Pak Letrik in the British army has recently begun riding on his new motorcycle against communist forces in the Malaysian oil fields, stunning them with his shocking power (bad pun intended). He has gained weapons, and respect from the British troops in the region from this...(Pak Letrik: +6 Machine Guns, 2 Pistols, Motorcycle, +16 Henchmen)
Moving to Jerusalem, two super powered men have passed each other by, one a villain, the other a hero doing what is necessary. Karem Jabaar-Aru, the villain, has robbed two Jewish banks, mistreating the hostages due to his antisemitism, and then stealing a new van from a car dealer ship before burning it to the ground. The new government of Israel has declared him an enemy of the state, while several Arab nations have begun discreetly founding this villain. (Karem Jabaar-Aru: +2700 WC, + machine gun, Van, +10 Henchman, +Support of Arabs, the hate of the Israelis)
Maccabee on the other hand did nothing so violent. He gathered his henchmen, and equiped them and the Jewish population with weapons to defend against the numerous Arab raiders and terrorists that were trying to destroy the Israel state from the inside. This has gained him popular support of the Israelis, and many donations to his efforts. (Maccabee: +20 pistols, 10 machine guns, 37 pounds of explosives (all you could afford after your weapons purchases), +10 Henchmen, + Popular Jewish support, the Hate of Arabs, +1000 WC)
In Barbados, a man calling himself The Moose! Has run around the island trying to save people from Parrows, dogs, and gnomes of all things. This of course accomplishes nothing, but he does gain some worshipers who saw the Moose! Fling a harmless garden gnome with his mind...(The Moose!: +6 Henchmen, 200 WC)
SEGG was recently elected into a minor government position as city council man, his campaign fund of 500 WC not making his name widely enough known to run for mayor. This has given him a steady source of income, although he does not dare help people with his power lest his hero status be connected with the city council man. He will have to tread carefully, since politics is a dangerous game...although he does have lackey's now...(SEGG: +200 WC (campaign contributions), +city council position, +15 henchmen)
Paolo "the Messiah" Magno in Sicily has recently begun to become popular to the Catholic people of Sicily, becoming well known for healing minor wounds. Many donations have come flooding in, as many people see him as the savior to the mod control of the island. However, the Pope has begun to notice the man's use of the 'Messiah' title...(Paolo "the Messiah" Magno: +700 WC, +20 Henchmen, +Popular Support in Sicily, Mob attention, Pope attention)
Another healer has also gained popularity, although this time it is in America, San Francisco to be exact. He has marched around San Francisco making claims that he is the rightful ruler of the United States, and preaching a religion called Discordianism. Emperor Norton, as he fashions himself, has gained many hobo followers, as well as few donations from sane people grateful for his healing, although the United States Government is beginning to pay attention to him, and that attention might take a turn for the worse...(Emperor Norton: +500 WC, +25 Hobo Followers, Government Attention)
A man in Florance, Italy has recently done a string of robberies and arsons across the city, robbing banks and jewelry stores before burning them to the ground and escaping in the blaze created by his innate powers. With his new funds and money, the man named Inferno has increased his operations and wealth while gaining the ire of the government...(Inferno: +2200 WC, 6 Machine Guns, 45 lb. Explosives, +10 Henchmen)
Finally, in China, a man calling himself the Black Dragon has launched his own personal attack against crime in Beijing, using his poison gas and inexplicable knowledge of the criminal organization to cripple one of the smaller criminal organizations. Following this attack, he attacked brothels and gambling houses, looting them and killing their 'sinful' owners, always leaving his customary message written in blood, “The Dragon has come for them.” (+2000 WC, 26 pistols, 5 machine guns, 5 rifles, 6 gas masks, +18 Henchmen, +Fear of Brothel/gambling house owners)
Random Events:
Emperor Norton Level Up
Last Paladin Level Up
Renegade Level Up
End Update I
Everyone else I didn't mention, its because you did not send your orders via pm.
The Yearly Globe
A wanderer is gaining attention for his robberies, and then his escapes from heavily guarded police stations. Devin Ray, or Renegade as he is known has been robbing convience stores all over Austin Texas, and has thus far eluded capture. It is summarized that this criminal has super powers, which would explain the unbroken string of robberies, and his escapes...(Renegade: +1200 WC, new motorcycle, +6 henchmen)
Meanwhile, in Argentina, a man calling himself the Last Paladin has arisen in Buenos Aires. Using his considerable knowledge of world history, and his influence, this hero has aligned himself with the current President of Argentina, Juan Perón. This has gain him some support funds, and more men to combat revolutionaries in Argentina. In the numerous fire fights, the Last Paladin has protected himself with his shield, leaving in no doubt in the cities mind his status as a hero...(Last Paladin: +300 WC, +6 rifles, +14 Henchmen)
In opposition to this conservative hero, a revolutionary villain has arisen in Havana, Cuba. In a sophisticated assault, the villain looted a foreign bank with machine guns under the cover of rain, quickly and efficiently stripping it of any value to him, leaving only this note: "Beware the Comrade capitalists, Batistas days are numbered". Already the struggling government of Cuba has begun to look into this new villain, although the villain seems to have connections with the communist movement of Castro, and the support of some of the poorer population of Havana. This has gained him several more followers...(+2200 WC, 6 machine guns, 22 lbs of explosive, +20 Henchmen)
In the heart of capitalism, Las Vegas, however, a villain and a hero have already come to blows, while the rest of the world recovers from the devastation of battles between Blitzman and the allies. Blackjack and Catalyst Prime have met upon the streets of Las Vegas, and the exchange was not pretty. Blackjack had just recently pulled off a daring raid upon gambling and mob hot-spot Flamingo Casino, killing several goons who refused to cooperate before blowing the safe and stealing everything that was valuable.
Blackjack managed to escape the police in the desert, but when he returned to Las Vegas, Catalyst Prime was waiting for him. Using his telekinesis, Catalyst lifted up Blackjack, and threw him into a nearby wall before shooting him twice with his dual pistols. After observing Blackjack healing himself from the wounds, Catalyst disappeared, although Blackjack's robbery of a mob hot spot has found Catalyst supported by both the mob and the police, as well as the populations, although Blackjack's increased money supply has given him more greedy henchmen...
(Blackjack: +2500 WC, +12 Henchmen, 3 Machine gun, 3 Rifle, 5 Pistol, 21 pounds of explosive, -Pride)
(Catalyst Prime: +400 WC, 1 Pistol, +8 Henchmen, +Support of Populace)
In the other heart of capitalism, New York, Lord Fire (who's name has nothing to do with his power, apparently) uses his telepathy to rob a bank, and get a clean get-away, although he had tried to rape the minds of the people he robbed and found he was not strong enough to do anything more than read thoughts. Some loot is lost, however, as Lord Fire's horrible spelling results in one of the henchmen taking a briefcase of cottage cheese...(Lord Fire: +2000 WC, 2 Rifiles, 4 Machine guns, and 6 Pistols, 3 pounds of Explosive, +8 Henchmen, ++ Mod's plea to use spellcheck)
Legionary in Rome does some good stuff, like winning the Pizza and pasta eating contest, and saving the day for people with high blood pressure everywhere. Thankfully there was a cash prize [Send better orders]...(Legionary : +200 WC, +Stomach ache)
In Asia, Malaysia to be specific, a man named Pak Letrik in the British army has recently begun riding on his new motorcycle against communist forces in the Malaysian oil fields, stunning them with his shocking power (bad pun intended). He has gained weapons, and respect from the British troops in the region from this...(Pak Letrik: +6 Machine Guns, 2 Pistols, Motorcycle, +16 Henchmen)
Moving to Jerusalem, two super powered men have passed each other by, one a villain, the other a hero doing what is necessary. Karem Jabaar-Aru, the villain, has robbed two Jewish banks, mistreating the hostages due to his antisemitism, and then stealing a new van from a car dealer ship before burning it to the ground. The new government of Israel has declared him an enemy of the state, while several Arab nations have begun discreetly founding this villain. (Karem Jabaar-Aru: +2700 WC, + machine gun, Van, +10 Henchman, +Support of Arabs, the hate of the Israelis)
Maccabee on the other hand did nothing so violent. He gathered his henchmen, and equiped them and the Jewish population with weapons to defend against the numerous Arab raiders and terrorists that were trying to destroy the Israel state from the inside. This has gained him popular support of the Israelis, and many donations to his efforts. (Maccabee: +20 pistols, 10 machine guns, 37 pounds of explosives (all you could afford after your weapons purchases), +10 Henchmen, + Popular Jewish support, the Hate of Arabs, +1000 WC)
In Barbados, a man calling himself The Moose! Has run around the island trying to save people from Parrows, dogs, and gnomes of all things. This of course accomplishes nothing, but he does gain some worshipers who saw the Moose! Fling a harmless garden gnome with his mind...(The Moose!: +6 Henchmen, 200 WC)
SEGG was recently elected into a minor government position as city council man, his campaign fund of 500 WC not making his name widely enough known to run for mayor. This has given him a steady source of income, although he does not dare help people with his power lest his hero status be connected with the city council man. He will have to tread carefully, since politics is a dangerous game...although he does have lackey's now...(SEGG: +200 WC (campaign contributions), +city council position, +15 henchmen)
Paolo "the Messiah" Magno in Sicily has recently begun to become popular to the Catholic people of Sicily, becoming well known for healing minor wounds. Many donations have come flooding in, as many people see him as the savior to the mod control of the island. However, the Pope has begun to notice the man's use of the 'Messiah' title...(Paolo "the Messiah" Magno: +700 WC, +20 Henchmen, +Popular Support in Sicily, Mob attention, Pope attention)
Another healer has also gained popularity, although this time it is in America, San Francisco to be exact. He has marched around San Francisco making claims that he is the rightful ruler of the United States, and preaching a religion called Discordianism. Emperor Norton, as he fashions himself, has gained many hobo followers, as well as few donations from sane people grateful for his healing, although the United States Government is beginning to pay attention to him, and that attention might take a turn for the worse...(Emperor Norton: +500 WC, +25 Hobo Followers, Government Attention)
A man in Florance, Italy has recently done a string of robberies and arsons across the city, robbing banks and jewelry stores before burning them to the ground and escaping in the blaze created by his innate powers. With his new funds and money, the man named Inferno has increased his operations and wealth while gaining the ire of the government...(Inferno: +2200 WC, 6 Machine Guns, 45 lb. Explosives, +10 Henchmen)
Finally, in China, a man calling himself the Black Dragon has launched his own personal attack against crime in Beijing, using his poison gas and inexplicable knowledge of the criminal organization to cripple one of the smaller criminal organizations. Following this attack, he attacked brothels and gambling houses, looting them and killing their 'sinful' owners, always leaving his customary message written in blood, “The Dragon has come for them.” (+2000 WC, 26 pistols, 5 machine guns, 5 rifles, 6 gas masks, +18 Henchmen, +Fear of Brothel/gambling house owners)
Random Events:
Emperor Norton Level Up
Last Paladin Level Up
Renegade Level Up
End Update I
Everyone else I didn't mention, its because you did not send your orders via pm.
TerrisH
Mischief?
Mental Comunication To Nuclear Winter, Inferno, BlackJack, Renegade, and Frostbite.
*Greetings. You who recive this with evil in your hearts, you who possess Powers Beyond the Norm. I send this thought to you. My Name Is Lord Fire. I wish to speak of an Alliance of a sorts, but comunications Via this method is Tentitive at best. It takes to much power to reach out across this world, to touch the minds of those that share my Intent. To much effort to drown out the background of the minds of the Normals. I require a Name, and Link to you Directly. If you are inturested in Alliance, please Mail a Lock of hair and the Written Name of One of your 'Minions' I can use to talk to you. The Address Is to a Little Appartment I have just purchused in Chicago USA.*
*Greetings. You who recive this with evil in your hearts, you who possess Powers Beyond the Norm. I send this thought to you. My Name Is Lord Fire. I wish to speak of an Alliance of a sorts, but comunications Via this method is Tentitive at best. It takes to much power to reach out across this world, to touch the minds of those that share my Intent. To much effort to drown out the background of the minds of the Normals. I require a Name, and Link to you Directly. If you are inturested in Alliance, please Mail a Lock of hair and the Written Name of One of your 'Minions' I can use to talk to you. The Address Is to a Little Appartment I have just purchused in Chicago USA.*
JosefStalinator
Я буду снова здесь
To All Heroes and Villains in The United States and Mexico
From His Imperial Majesty, Emperor Norton II, Emperor of the United States and Protector of Mexico
Americans, countrymen, loyal subjects, the government of the United States has too long subverted and denied the proper royalty of the United States its position in all theatres of American life. I call upon all those endowed with the great powers of Eris to unite against this threat, to restore his Imperial Majesty to his rightful position on the throne. In exchange for such aid, vast swaths of land will be granted all your own- royal propietaries in which your will is law, be ye a follower of Chaos or adherent of the lack thereof. All I ask for in exchange if your support for the restoration of the throne, and tolerance for the national religion of Discordianism. May Eris bless us all.
From His Imperial Majesty, Emperor Norton II, Emperor of the United States and Protector of Mexico
Americans, countrymen, loyal subjects, the government of the United States has too long subverted and denied the proper royalty of the United States its position in all theatres of American life. I call upon all those endowed with the great powers of Eris to unite against this threat, to restore his Imperial Majesty to his rightful position on the throne. In exchange for such aid, vast swaths of land will be granted all your own- royal propietaries in which your will is law, be ye a follower of Chaos or adherent of the lack thereof. All I ask for in exchange if your support for the restoration of the throne, and tolerance for the national religion of Discordianism. May Eris bless us all.
das
Regeneration In Process
This is very confusing, especially since Karem himself is a Semite.
Great update!
Kentharu
Zebra Commander
Oh Yea The Moose! !!! Saves Us All!!
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