Mutant NES: The Rising

"Alright. You know, in Europe, they abhor this. I was speaking my German cousin the other day, and when I told him about this, I think he threw up in his mouth."

I am not trying to nitpick your story, frankly I very much like all of the cop stories.

But (joking) it does seem funny to me that Europe would be more tolerant of mutants, if you look at the roster here it would seem that most European mutants are unreformed National Socialists from the Ubermensch program...
 
Gah, I just noticed a typo.
 
To be fair, that's not 'most' SKILORD. I strongly suspect that there are many mutants in Europe, and escaped Nazis have tended to not be in that continent for the last 65 years.
 
I know that the sampling is skewed, if anything it was a joke about how skewed the sampling was, rather than the notion that no new mutants had been born in Europe since the fall of Berlin.

But, I mean, I don't mind bringing the idea of eugenics in... in the context of mutants eugenics is a strange... thing... because both sides would probably be more than willing to engage in it... both sides claim their supremecy based on genetics, so Naziism in some ways fits.

(Not the MO of the Liberation Front though, we do not do eugenics and will be liberating prison camps no matter who is in them. We are troublemakers, not butchers.)
 
By the way, if I am the one Kralysia thinks is metagaming, I can justify most actions of Cody as plausible- the knocking out of 68 men would have been plausible because most of the combat ready people was killed by August.
 
Okay, well I'm re-posting the app to change things because I don't like the idea of him leading a mutant army at all, he is just gonna be a loner. Dangerous, but working solo, at least for now. I also updated his injuries to show the cut on his forehead from the birdshot and updated his possessions and location.

Name: Al E. Gator
Age: 27
Occupation: Mutant resistance (solo).
Location: Dangerous mutant holding facility, Orlando, FL
Physical Description: Tall, around 6'1", covered from head to tail in green scales. Claw-like fingernails, and no hair. His irises are all red.
Mutant Powers/Abilities: He can dominate the minds of any number of animals to do his bidding, his extra thick scaled hide makes him almost impervious to gun fire, knives, etc., but doesn't protect him much against electricity, explosives, fire, etc.
Other Skills: Wilderness survival, knows how to shoot guns (raised by rednecks), can build primitive weapons, 4th grade reading level.
Possessions: Green anole (lizard), flies
Injuries: Cut on his forehead (due to .410 birdshot)
Affiliation: None
Followers: None. At least no human ones.
Background: Al E. Gator started out life as Lee E. Roberts, the son of a white trash trailer park family outside of Orlando, FL. From the get-go, people knew he was different, the boy covered in scales from head to toe, no hair, and those frightening red eyes. He was ridiculed for all of his school days, and his parents were as well. Though his mother loved him, his father thought him an abomination. When he was only 10 yeas old, at the beginning of his fifth grade year, his mother was involved in a tragic hunting accident which cost her her life. Lee's father, blaming this child that repulsed him for the death of his dear wife, and in a drunken stupor, loaded his son up in his pickup one night and drove him out into the middle of the Everglades, where he dumped the boy, hoping he'd be killed off by the elements. Though he hated the monstrosity that as his son, he still couldn't bring himself to kill the boy outright.

Without his father's knowledge, however, the boy survived. He had always had a special connection with the various pets in the trailer park, but everyone believed that was just because he looked to weird to make real friends his age. However, what no one, even little Lee knew, was that he was able to control the animals with his mind. Sitting there, in the middle of the swamp in the middle of that late September night, a hungry gator, looking for its last meal of the year, came up to eat the boy. He was, however, no match for Lee's mind, and the child was able to control the gator to fetch him food himself.

After years of living amongst the various animals of the Everglades, he had finally decided to strike back at, what he believed, to be the true problem with the world: humans. With the help of the swamp creatures, he has begun to wage a small-scale guerrilla war against the human oppressors. He has also re-christened himself Al E. Gator, partly to show his connection with animals, and partly to make it harder for the authorities to track him down.
 
August "Father Time" Salazar and Lucy Mason winked at one another as they walked into the camp. The National Guard was screwing up badly in Florida. One-man patrols? What were they thinking? August lead Lucy into the camp by gunpoint in the form of the soldier he drained.

"I caught this one sneaking around out there. Think she's a mutant?" August-temporarily-Johnson asked.

The Captain shrugged, "Can't be sure these days. Just-"

"Are there on psychics in this camp?" She asked politely.

"Yes," he strainfully answered, "Johnson! She's-"

"Who would you considered the morally worst?"

"Trent Rogers. The others keep to themselves but rumor is that that guy used his ability on some decent women an-"

"No time for that, Cap'n. Just lead us there and don't say anything to anyone on the way. If they ask anything, just say you're escorting a prisoner. Alright?"

"Yes," the restraint in his voice was weakening. August nodded and thought to himself that she's good but not powerful.

Yet.

Camp #4 is, by definition, a concentration camp. It isn't a death camp and officially is called a "internment camp". It was heavily, if not still stupidly, defended. Lotsa soldiers. Lotsa guns. Not a lotta sense. The one-man patrols? Terrible system.

Trent Rogers was sitting on a bench outside the barracks reading a book when the Captain (Commander?), August, and Lucy stepped in front of him, casting a shadow over his reading. "What?" He asked sharply.

"You's Trent?" August asked. Trent nodded.

"Captain, clear the barracks."

It took a minute to clear the people out of the barracks. There weren't that many in the first place and soon, witnesses won't matter...but August liked being clean.

Trent was lead into the barracks. August used his gun like a club and smashed it into Trent's leg. The man went down crying out in pain, "I thought you was psychic!" August grimaced.

"I am! They got me on some kind of drug though man."

"Drug?" Lucy asked, "What drug?"

"Don't know. I just know I take two yellow pills a day or else I'll end up like Horatio. They took him down with tranquilizer guns, took him to the Command Post, and when he came out, the guy was dazed. They shaved his head and put something in his brain."

"Is he a psychic?"

Trent shook his head, "Teleporter."

"Then why didn't he just teleport out of the camp?" Lucy asked.

"Kid's young. He can only teleport a little ways, maybe the length of the camp, and is too tired to do another one right after that. He tried teleporting outside of camp once but they found him, sleeping, not too far from camp."

"Sucks. Beside the point," August said, "Lucy, looks like some of the mutants have brain implants that disable powers. Anything else I should know?"

"The implant as an RFID chip I think and it doesn't diable powers. Just inhibit them. Some of the stronger mutants can still use their powers but....they're inhibited," he laughed at his own joke, "Listen, you gonna break us out or what?"

August grinned, "Sorry bud. Not today. Lucy?"

"Right!" She tapped his head lightly and his body went limp but his eyes still darted back and forth.

"You're getting good at paralyzing. Soon you'll be doing it from a distance!" Lucy blushed.

August put his hand on Trent's forehead and forced him to embrace the peace he brings him.

After he's done with Trent, he calls in Cap'n No-Name. That man's head has some much needed information.
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Showtime!

Raul, Alice, Ricky, and the rest of the Mutant Liberation Front sprung to action. Time to win the hearts and minds of the people.
 
Edited details for Magnus:
Name: Magnus Andersen/Anonymoose
Age:43
Occupation:Lead official, Florida Governor's special mutant task-force, (Kappa Team)
Location: Gainesville, FL
Physical Description: Average build, six feet tall, slightly graying hair. He has green eyes and has no facial hair. He has pianist's hands, but never picked up an instrument. His voice is a tenor, but he has never considered singing. He is perpetually in a suit, it seems, and usually dons some sunglasses.
Mutant Powers/Abilities: Magnus has a passive mutant ability that gives him (virtually) indomitable will. He has overcome rivals and enemies, as well as his fair share of traumatic injury through sheer willpower. (I hope this explanation means something. I don't know how else to explain it, he just wills himself to keep going, to the point that most humans would break, whether it be from injury or, say, an attack by a psionic mutant.)
Other Skills: Standard police training, investigative training, and mutant-hunting training.
Possessions: Guns, sunglasses, phone, trident chewing-gum, and about fifty bucks, probably.
Injuries: none yet
Affiliation: Loyal to the governor of Florida, affiliated with Kappa team particularly.
Followers: 0
Background:
 
if we're al updating our info, then ok. These are all to my most recent story, but i will have another tonight, and since i have only wasted about two days of teh week there will be more to come after that.

The things i added are bolded

Name: Barnabas White
Age: 19
Occupation: none
Location: NYC, NY
Physical Description: tall and skinny, bald with black aviators and hood on most of the time. He has multiple facial piercings.
Mutant Powers/Abilities: His main power is that he has extremely good luck. He can also read emotions, and like telepathy, he can send his emotions to others, which, since he is suicidally depressed usually have negative effects on his target.
other abilities: failed poet (like most emos, no offense)
Possessions: had a duffle bag with guns and some guns on him, now, nothing
Injuries: head wound... various scrapes and bruises
Affiliation: None
followers: little mutant kid (powers based on fear, usually in the form of nightmares, no injuries)
 
It's been brought to my attention that some of you are metagaming. You know who you are. Tone down your powers yourself to a reasonable level or I will do it for you and plus I will visit unfortunate events upon your character. That is all.

Who is metagaming? My character can be killed, owen's can be killed and shadow's probably can be killed. We're actually working with other players related to the deaths anyway, no one is metagaming. We aren't trying to win. :p As you can see in my stats, it says nearly invulnerable, which only includes physical damage, lack of air, water, food or sufficient other powers could kill him. Let alone dying of old age.
 
It is always darkest before dawn.

In the valley looking up he could see the installation, he stopped to think; this wouldn’t be like taking out a drinking lodge full of rednecks these were hardened killers most of them had seen warfare. He planted his feet and in a great leap began to work his way to the top staying always in the shadow. He went up the shoulder of the mountain to the entrance to the Christian Identity armory; he jumped down and strode to the massive steel doors.

The guard’s lay dead in the shadow. The massive steel door flew inward out of its frame and smashed into the far wall with a resounding crash and fell to the floor. Set stepped through the opening he had drank a river of blood and his power was in the mind of everyone in the installation the illusion flowed off him in waves becoming ever stronger. He could feel the hearts beating in the chests of the soldiers he longed for their blood the power surrounded him filled him with lust the addiction could never be sated he needed more.

Set lost all control.

Flammas eius lucifer matutinus inveniat:
ille, inquam, lucifer, qui nescit occasum,
Set Filius tuus qui,
Vae Lucifer ambrosca.
 
ahhhhhhgggg latin!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

it says nearly invulnerable, which only includes physical damage, lack of air, water, food or sufficient other powers could kill him. Let alone dying of old age.

That sounds like metagaming to me. I understand that you don't want your cahracters to die. But that doesn't mean they can take on armies of professional soldiers and do militaristic feats which require more skill than even your stats listed. Most of this is for bloodwolf, because seriously, you emptied a full clip pretty quickly and didn't miss? My guy has the power of super luck and even he couldn't pull that off.

wow.... rant, rant, rant, rant, rant
 
Actually, he missed a lot. He just shot a lot.

Lucky and I (and now Owen) have adopted the title of Designated Villains. There's no happy ending for our characters, we're going to fail. But we still need to pose a significant threat, so people wonder how far we'll get before we fail.
 
@Megaman_zx: You can't have weak villains or the heroes have no reason to stop them. We aren't metagaming, we're offering you a chance to take out the Nazis just like Indiana Jones.


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Rushing through the back alley they made their way into an abandoned building. A dusty wreck of a place, some form of old factory maybe, who knows, the American economy had been in the crapper for years. Klauss looked himself over, his shirt was torn from bullet holes, in a swift action he ripped the ruined clothing off his torso revealing his hardened muscular form.

“Why did you do that Hoffman?” he asked in his strong, deep voice.

“I didn't like their hospitality, EISEN.” Bloodwolf smirked.

In a swift movement Klauss had him by the throat, holding him a foot off the ground and growling menacingly.

“HOW DARE YOU! You could have ruined the entire operation. CARELESS!” he squeezed, Bloodwolf laughed as Hammer dropped him.

“We made hash out of them, Klauss.”

“This isn't the god damned war anymore, this isn't South America. The U.S army has mutants at their disposal and now they know we're in New York. You always were a rogue.”

With a growl of agreement Bloodwolf nodded, beginning to organize his knives once more.

“And put those knives away, you don't need them, from here on out you listen to me. I'm calling rank.” Klauss was infuriated by the insolence of his fellow soldier.

“I'll get you a new shirt, we can't have you walking around showing off SS tattoos anyway.”

Under this plan they began to think more carefully, knowing they were wanted after that incident, they would be sticking to the back alleys and going through buildings. Perhaps it was best to get out of the city for now, Klauss thought so, so they would head to the suburbs as fast as they could without being noticed. They made their way through an upperclass neighborhood, all but a ghost town in the current climate of New York, none of these people wanted to risk being around crazy mutants. One such empty house would be the target, Klauss needed new clothes and one of these houses had to have some plus sized inhabitants. As they approached the front door Klauss grabbed the doorknob and turned it, shattering the lock and opening the door.

“Oops.” he said with a laugh.

As they entered this home of the wealthy, Bloodwolf flicked on the giant tv to check the news reports, Klauss never did like television so he looked over photos. This family housed a fat girl, perfect, she had to have something that could fit over his gigantic torso. From the living room Bloodwolf yelled to him.

“Klauss! They're blaming this on the locals, they still haven't figured out who did it so we're in the clear.”

“Great.” Klauss said as he entered the room, Bloodwolf turned to him and noticed his pink shirt. Klauss ripped the sleeves off, and looked down at it, then back at Bloodwolf. “What?”

“Juicy? Hahahaha.”
 
@Megaman_zx: You can't have weak villains or the heroes have no reason to stop them. We aren't metagaming, we're offering you a chance to take out the Nazis just like Indiana Jones.

So, I had this whole big post complaining about this thing, right, Designated Villains? What the hell does that mean? My favorite part here was the moral uncertainty, the search for a just and effective way to manage the human/mutant relationship. I mean, not that it won't still be part of the game with a "designated villain" but look, I didn't make Raul with the intent of being a "good guy" and I don't want to speak for Sonereal, I don't know what was on his mind when he made a serial killer.

I deleted that post because I didn't want to complain or distract from the game, but frankly now that you specifically bring it up, I think it's stupid.

No offense to anyone involved, I will manage it, I don't care and it's not going to stop me from doing what I'm doing. As if we didn't have enough plot.

I just think you're putting a shiney new name on what Kara was complaining about in the first place... what was the word?
 
Fine, we'll all drop out of the NES then since everyone wants to be a whiner about us offering some plot.
 
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