It had all happened so quickly. Thorn had taken refuge behind a burnt out Camaro, taking stock of the street surrounding her. West 33rd Street, the signs read, but it bore no resemblance to the 33rd street she had walked a few weeks prior. Abandoned cars, trucks, little more than a meager shadow of it’s former self. 

“Shit,” The Agent muttered to herself quietly, “what am I doing here?” She sighed to herself and peered over the charcoal stained boot of the vehicle that provided her shelter. A wave of regret flushed over the woman as ISAC flashed into life, an automated message played into her earpiece;

“Warning: Hostiles approaching.” 

“‘Ey, Claxton, what’s the plan man? We been walking this street for hours now, when’s the fire start, man?” A muffled voice rang through the nigh dead silence of the street. 

“Kid, do us all a favour and shut up, huh? The Division are crawling around these streets and ain’t one of these lot taking a bullet for you, a’ight?” The reply elicited a raucous laughter from their group, six of them, as Nishana had carefully noted. Two sweepers, a fumigator, an Engineer, a Shield and the big one, the Incinerator, Claxton. Heavily armored, armed to the teeth with a variety of weapons that had more chance of burning something to ash than taking them out cleanly. A flamethrower, a whole belt of incendiary grenades. The gas tanks that supplied fuel for the fire, however, those were the weak point. 

Nishana groaned, they were just diverse enough to give her a damned problem. She ducked back behind the car and made her way around to the furthest point away from the Cleaners. They were still talking, laughing, as if this was a happy time, exactly where they wanted to be. It sickened her, they were out “purging” this virus and anyone who had even the slightest chance of having come into contact and it was her, and the rest of the second wave’s, job to stop them. The first wave of Agents had all but disappeared and, in between culling the gangs and scumbags that had risen to power over the previous few days, the second wave were in the process of gathering information and piecing together the tragic loss of the former first wave. 

Thorn peered down towards her wrist, her wristband glowed orange. She reached for it and held a finger onto the face for a few mere moments. Invisible to the naked eye, but most definitely there, a recon pulse scanned the street, relaying information through the Agent’s earpiece. A few moments passed and the Cleaners closed in on Nishana’s position. She turned, peaking over the bonnet of the Camaro and nodded affirmatively. She reached around her back and  produced a small device from one of the many pouches on her belt. Thorn tossed the device across to the other side of the street, where it’s magnetic stand latched onto the roof of an abandoned car and it folded out into a mini turret, red dot laser homing in on the Cleaners. The Shield, the kid who had started out so eager was the first to go, three precise shots from the turret connected with his cranium, blood spurting from his hood as his body crumpled to the floor.  The turret scanned for it’s next target, using ISAC’s information to lock onto the Fumigator. Another burst of rounds peppered the poor man, one clean shot penetrating the satchel of incendiary grenades which instantly erupted into flame. The Agent barely suppressed a snort, the irony of it all. The fumigatory screamed and writhed in agony as the grenades exploded one by one, phosphorous drenching him until he fell still. 

The turret powered down, known to have a poor battery life, she groaned and coiled her fingers around the grip of her M4. One strong step took her from her cover, rifle shouldered and trained on the two approaching Sweepers, two single shots and the Sweeper’s tanks exploded, quick and clean. They didn’t stand a chance. The third shot sang cleanly into Claxton’s chest, coming to a less than threatening halt as it came into contact with his armor. The Agent ducked and weaved, avoiding the Cleaner’s constant stream of flame, spewing from the flamethrower clutched in his plated gauntlets. 

“You ain’t getting away this time, pig. You’s ain’t the first to try and stop the purge and you sure as hell ain’t gonna be the last. But you, pig, you ain’t nothin’. You got nothin’, you’re a fish outta water and I’m feelin’ fish for dinner.”  Claxton belted forth as he stomped towards the Agent’s cover, “Ain’t no chance’a you getting outta here alive, bitch,you hear me?!” 

Nishana’s reply came in the form of a trio of rounds to the gut, not that any of them got through the thick plates of armor. The weakspot was on his back and without a distraction she’d have no way of getting to it. Another step saw her out of her cover, another trio of rounds punched into the Cleaner’s shoulders, forcing him off balance slightly with a groan. To her joy, the cleaner’s loss of balance opened up a shot on the gas canisters. A metallic whistling and a stream of flame from the canister saw the Agent crack a smirk briefly. Her perceived victory was short lived, however, a much larger stream of flame cast it’s purifying light over the Agent. She collapsed to the ground, writhing in agony as the flames spread across her person, incinerating. She rolled as best she could, blind to the futility of her efforts. The cleaner approached, drawing a handgun from the depths of his get up and stood over the Agent. 

“I told you, pig, you wasn’t gettin’ out alive. This is cleaner terr-” The gas canister whistled ominously and burst, taking with it the pair of other canisters that sat beneath it. The cleaner erupted into another violent storm of irony, cleansed from the world by the fires he so desperately clung to to prove his innocence. 

A numbness fell over the Agent as the darkness of night turned to pitch.

Quote:”This is not the world you know.”

The Vision hung his head as he focused on floating his body. The Tower was slowly filling up, and most of the Avengers were reportedly already on a mission now. Captain Rogers had taken up the mantle as naturally as one would expect from the ideal super soldier. At the moment, he was little more than a security drone. A sentient one, but a drone nonetheless.

Millions upon millions of gigabytes flowed through his cortex. The entirety of the OmniNet was flowing through his head. It was... unsatisfying. If the Vision was just an artificial intelligence with no corporeal presence, this may be his only plane of existence. But there was his osmium-vibranium frame, just... sitting. 

Meanwhile, Skynet was stubbornly chatting away in an isolated part of his head, constantly attempting dominance over his body. An annoyance, one which research revealed few solutions.

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It was getting quite annoying.

He disconnected from the Avengers main computer, feeling its wires disconnect from his torso and scalp. As his connection with the computer ceased, his body no longer could sustain antigravity. The exact laws of physics in the Omniverse were more flexible than those in his own. This figuratively said a lot. 

The Vision peered into a screen. Ms. Dreemurr was explaining to her "mother". The android had long surrendered any desire to make sense of the world around him. He simply addressed every issue using whatever data he had, without contemplating its plausibility. One would assume that this skepticism was rooted in his uprooting from his own world. They would be false. His own world itself lacked reason - many events seemed to be geared towards interesting a third party that was uninvested in the fates of the universe's denizens. Perhaps, the Vision could not help but wonder, Deadpool was correct all along.

Having realized that admitting Deadpool's uncanny self-awareness was a one-way street to insanity, the Vision quickly decided to find a distraction. Perhaps both fortunately and unfortunately, the distraction found him.

"Sir?" Mr. Jarvis' familiar voice said in Vision's head.

"Yes, Mr. Jarvis?"

"I would like to go swimming." 

The Vision paused.

"Please repeat the previous message."

"I would like to go swimming. In the water."

Vision frowned. "Which water, Mr. Jarvis?"

"In the ocean. Some creature visited the tower, and... and I think I would like to swim."

Vision immediately pinpointed the butler's location, and boarded an elevator. When he arrived at the pantry, where Mr. Jarvis was being consoled by some maids, the man in question was sweating profusely, left hand gripped tightly.

"Query: what is the matter?"

"I would like to go swimming."

"I do not understand, Mr. Jarvis-"

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"I- I need to go see."

"Query: see what?"

"Yes," the butler moaned, "Yes, I'd like to swim."

The Vision clenched his jaw, downloading external surveillance footage from the tower. It seemed that an individual had indeed entered the tower. Mr. Jarvis met him at the door as he was accustomed to, and the visitor gave him something and left briskly. The visitor was wearing a tattered cloak and gloves. In fact, the visitor's skin was entirely and carefully concealed by cloth.

> scan #med "Edwin_Jarvis"
Scanning...

His heart rate was inadvisably high, blood pressure equally so, and his crude brain wave scanner detected alarmed movement. Adrenaline pumped through his veins, nerve endings constantly firing. It was a miracle that Mr. Jarvis was not dead. The Vision disregarded all the alarms of foreign objects, for Mr. Jarvis was wearing clothes, as many people do; but one foreign object caught his eye.

> scan object_10241204908
Scanning...
Displaying data

The object was a small circular disk, about 1.6903341 grams and a diameter of 4 cm. It seemed to be composed of a metallic material, but preliminary scans could only tell so much.

"What is in your left hand, Mr. Jarvis?"

At those words, the butler panicked profusely, and started yelling unintelligibly. The maids attempted to restrain him as the Vision forcefully pried the man's fingers and pinched out the object.

"A coin?"

"No! No! You can't!"

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Ignoring the butler's shrill screams and the annoying chatter in the back of his head, Vision tapped once more in the surveillance, this time looking at the harbor and the shoreline of the island. No activity.

"I will secure the island," the android announced, "Request: observe Mr. Jarvis' behavior. And lock him in his room."

As the robot turned to leave, Mr. Jarvis released a feral scream. It was quite uncharacteristic of him to raise his voice above a crisp theatrical volume, much less scream. The Vision increased his walking pace nervously before suddenly stopping. He met Frisk's gaze. The child was watching him fearfully.

"What's going on?"

"This area is unsafe. Please return to your room."

"But why is he so upset that he can't swim?"

"Answer unknown. Please return to your room."

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Before the girl could reply, the Vision let his body fall through the glass wall of the tower. The android's cape fluttered and floated as he landed on the sand. He began to scan the area. The shoreline surveillance did not show any activity, so the visitor had to still be here. Sure enough, the cloaked individual was standing solemnly a few feet ahead of him. 

"Identify yourself."

The person turned.

"No. I'm not gonna, see?"

The Vision glared and diverted power to his optical heat generators. Before he could open fire, the visitor burst out laughing.

"You think- HA- You think you can kill me?"

The visitor seemed to disintegrate. His clothes collapsed onto the floor, its wearer seemingly vanished.

"I'm already dead, see?"

A little silhouette of a man appeared, seemingly constructed of sand, bearing a toothy grin. A grizzled beard was tied in a knot.

"Finally, some rest!" the man hollered, "It ain't my turn anymore, see? It's your turn now, see?"

The silhouette cackled loudly as the Vision glared.

"Request: explain yourself."

"I just wanted to go swimming, see? S'all I wanted."

The Vision flinched as he heard those words. Mr. Jarvis was repeating the very same words. This was a high-priority event. Some sort of mind control?

"This is your final warning. Explain yourself and the coin, or I will-"

"You got it, right?" the man interrupted, quivering, "You have it?"

The Vision shot another glare, this time quite literally. The two beams of heat seared through the visitor to no effect.

"I told you! I'm already dead, see? I'm already swimming forever, see? 'Cause I just wanted to go swimming, see?"

The man seemed to grow more and more frantic.

"But they w-wouldn't let me, see? Not until I caught another one. A Prime, see? Took me a long time, see? I swam very far, see? But I finally swam here - I'm a good swimmer, see - and now they're going to let me swim forever wheeeee!"

With another cackle, the man started leaping into the air, as if to celebrate.

"I'll see you there, see? And then they'll answer all your questions, see? HEeheeheEE swimming!"

The man suddenly stopped speaking. To Vision's great confusion, the man seemed to be choking on something.

> scan
Subject too far away.
> scan intu_(visitor)
No subject found.

No matter how many times the Vision attempted to scan him, his software told him there was nobody there. The man finally ceased struggling.

He had drowned in thin air.

And with that, the silhouette disintegrated and fell to the ground.

***

"I would like to once again apologize-"

"Mr. Jarvis, apology is not necessary. Nobody could have predicted such an unprecedented method of assault."

The Vision was sitting in an armchair across from Mr. Jarvis' bed, where he lay as if it was his deathbed. He appeared to have aged another 40 years, and could barely find the energy to speak. However, he was still attempting to maintain a formal atmosphere. In other words, Mr. Jarvis was more or less on the path to recovery.

The Vision thoughtfully fingered the coin in his palm.

"I don't know what came over me, sir," the butler coughed.

"I have a theory."

"And what would that be, sir?"

The Vision scanned the coin. Again, his scanner told him it was just a normal coin made of gold. Skynet seemed to agree.

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"This coin seems to have been... cursed in some way."

Mr. Jarvis gave a faint smile. "I thought you weren't one to believe in magic, sir."

"Of course I do. From our original world, magic was quite common. You've met Dr. Strange. Why not in the Omniverse? I simply prefer not to interact with magical beings. It appears that I may have to consult with our resident magic user."

"Ah. So however did magic come to be your conclusion?"

The Vision blinked. "First. The visitor seemed very interested in whether or not a Prime came into possession of this coin. Second. It affected at least three individuals, compelling them to swim, seemingly without end, implicitly until they drown. Third. My analysis of this coin repeatedly reports that this coin is a regular gold doubloon, with no incoming signals of any wavelength."

"Any wavelength?"

"My analysis was extensive."

"I see," Mr. Jarvis sighed, "Continue."

"Fourth. The individual who imparted to us this coin was not detectable by any conventional sensors except sight, yet even refractory light carries a faint heat signature. I could not detect one. Thus, there are forces in play here beyond the laws of science."

"You have yet to rule out non-magical methods."

"There... is a fifth component."

"I see," the butler rasped, "Before you continue, you counted three individuals. I count two, myself and this... apparition on the beach. Who is the third?"

"Unfortuantely, that third individual is the fifth component, Mr. Jarvis, and also the reason I am urgently pursuing this matter," the android grimly replied, "Because I... would also like to go swimming."

The bio-weapon stalked forward on scaled paws. Slowly and methodically it crawled across the underside of the imperial vessel. The drums pounded, they echoed in its core. An urge, a calling that it could not resist, though it might try with every fiber of its being. But it did not try, it relished in the drums, the call of the hunt, the prey drew nearer. A short distance away, three of the islands inhabitants were patrolling the waters. The cinnabar islanders had been dealing with the Empire for too long not to be suspicious, and the jelly-fish Pokémon was watching for any would-be pursuers while the two seahorse pokemon scoured the area ahead with a stern gaze. They were heading in the direction the diplomat's vessel, but were moving slowly to ensure no surprises from any of the other vessels. That was their first and last mistake.

With an almost lazy motion, the bio-weapon released its hold on the timbers of the boat, twisting lazily in the water as it sank the distance to the ocean's floor. With a dull thump it landed on all fours, a cloud of murky sand billowing outwards from its impact. There was a rippling effect, as the bio-weapon's scales shimmered,  changing from the dark brown wood of the boat, to a softer yellow-green of the sand beneath its paws. The two Pokémon continued their patrol, drawing ever nearer to the Imperial vessel. If it had stopped to care, the bio-weapon would have appreciated the patrol's deployment. The rearguard kept the flank secure from ambush, while the rest of the patrol scoured the area in front of them. Against most attacks, the formation would make it impossible to remain undetected. However, this was unlike most attacks.

The bio-weapon prowled forward, patches of camouflaged fur rippling in the ocean's current. The Patrol continued to draw closer, still unaware of the danger. With a coiling of powerful muscles, the bio-weapon leapt, crossing the remaining gap and landing on the ocean floor directly below the patrol. One of the Seadryas looked down in surprise at the unexpected cloud of dust, but by the time he caught sight of the bio-weapon it was too late. As the bio-weapon's camouflage drained away, it opened its beaked mouth, and released a sudden jolt of electricity, which shot forth, spreading through the water at appropriately lightning speeds. The Water-type Pokemon didn't even get a chance to raise the alarm.

There has been a lot of people putting themselves forward for staff positions lately and that's great. You might have noticed that right now the vast majority of work is being done by an active few and I want to extend a special shout out to those who are keeping the engine oiled. Obviously, we'd like more staffers, but it's no good to add people and then not be able to trust them to do things correctly, or not do things at all. That's one of the reasons I'm asking people to volunteer as Judges. It's one thing to be enthusiastic, another to get your hands dirty.

So that's that. There's another thing I wanted to talk about just to have it out there. In terms of rules and adding new content, we've traditionally always worked as a two-man operation, like Matt Stone and Trey Parker or any other writing duo. Originally Greg and Jeff, now Greg and Alex. I believe in keeping with the creative team very tight for a number of reasons, and I believe it's very important for creative projects to be lead and controlled by a tight vision.

As I say on the Staff Page (which is well worth reading if you're interested in the creative process behind the site) I've thrown away far more ideas than I used. I believe that in any game or creative project, it's important not to get carried away with what sounds cool. If it doesn't add much to the experience -- oo, let's add classes! Character vocations! A non-combat power system! Extra verses! -- you need to seriously consider whether it's worth adding at all. At best, it's rulebook bloat (we have a hard enough time getting people to read the rules as is!), at worst it simply makes the experience worse, like many systems I've seen in both PBP RPGs and videogames, by funnelling people to the wrong kind of experience or rewarding people for things they don't want to do, like being forced to write about a specific kind of thing.

You'll notice that quests didn't show up in this RPG for a long time. That's not because I wasn't bothered, but simply because I would rather people are most rewarded for coming up with stories of their own. It was only later that we began to add quests as a way of better outlining what needs to be done in specific cases, or as special one-off events, but you'll notice I've deliberately kept all the quests I've written very open to interpretation, and I tend to go through quests other people have written and tell them "make this more vague". I'm actually removing content that I see as slowing down the Omniverse animal. You saw the same in systems like D&D going forward - 4e added a lot of systems, but people hated it because it didn't actually make the experience better. 5e removed a lot of systems because they weren't actually making it better. The result is a system that functionally achieves the same with less stuff to wrap your head around.

This turned into a real ramble. Never ask me about RPG systems at a party. Anyway, the point is, if you join staff you're probably not going to get your ideas listened to any moreso. If you have a great idea, it's better to post it right here on Omniverse discussion or PM it to me. But we've probably already considered it and either dismissed it or have it in the pipeline (Space verse - it will happen, but I don't want it to be "lol u can go to space now". I want it to be a progression of the world's story, not something to be thrown out after a couple of years. And I also want it to be done right, which takes time).

This philosophy also extends to the staff team itself. I've seen staff teams or guild staff in MMOs get bloated with people who functionally do nothing, or in the worst case exude an aura of negativity and bossiness that would otherwise be laughed off, but in the case of staff member makes people question what the higher-ups are thinking putting them in a position of power. I'm very sensitive to the fact that this is a community, not just a game. I want people to be able to trust me as a leader and I want things to extend beyond just my opinions - which is why I ended up implementing a more professional OOC code of conduct that protects people from discrimination and bad-taste-jokes. I make TERRIBLE taste jokes. But I am not a great role model for social behaviour. We need to be held to higher standards. So when you see me in the chat box acting like a different person - telling people to not be gross, not to be insensitive - that's me going against my nature, not to be an asshole dictator, but because I value the community's health and diversity over my own sense of humour. The same could be said for clamping down on "huggle times" in the chatbox, although I'm in a different boat there - it makes a lot of people uncomfortable. The chatbox and OOC community is meant to be a middle ground, so that the Omniverse turns into neither a machismo DBZ RPG with a chatbox full of rape jokes and MRA humour (unsurprisingly, you don't get many women on these RPGs), or a Wolf Furry Roleplay you'd be embarrassed to show your family you were a part of. FORGET my opinions. 'Omniverse' means 'all'. I think we're a more interesting place as a result. Hell, the 'middle ground' is a niche these days that's hard to find.

Where the jank was I going with this?

Okay look, we want more people on the staff team, but we want to be sure you know what you're getting into, you know what we stand for, and you know what our processes are.

This was a fun write.

She drew close, the white haired woman’s gloved hand pulling back into a closed fist. One could even hear the whirring sound of the gauntlet powering itself up for what would be an ungodly strike to land. This had been somewhat of an unavoidable situation for the longest of times, every second of every moment of every hour, week, month and year that came before had lead up to this specific point.

One could say that the man about to get eviscerated had brought it down on himself though his various sins in the past. Whether or not he was deserving didn’t matter all too much though, for it didn’t change the how the trajectory of the fist shifted ever so slightly in its rapid motion to strike the man in the chest.

A loud and wicked sound rang out across the courtyard, the noises like that of a horrible car crash as the woman’s armored fist punched through the chestpiece he wore as protection. Her fist continued, making contact with his flesh, the force of it tearing the skin apart and splintering bones as it pushed through his chest cavity.

He stood, held up only by the support her arm gave his frame. He coughed once, spitting purple blood into her face before a grin creeped across his face. The functioning muscles in his abdomen tensed in joyous laughter as he grabbed onto her arm and pushed it further into his body.

“Do you feel that, hmm my love? I have a heart too, but why don’t you go ahead and rip it out, hmm? Wouldn’t it make for a such a fitting revenge, after all, you said that I tore your’s out~” He closed his eyes, blood continuing to drip from the corners of his mouth, filling it with a sharp and bitter taste. He opened his mouth, letting more of it run. With a pale and delicate looking gloved hand, he reached up and covered his palm and fingers in purple blood before smearing it up her gauntlet and arm.

“Oh does it feel, my dear? Is it just as warm as you remember?” He asked as he used the same hand to cup her face, leaving a bloody hand print on her right cheek.

She sneered with disgust and slapped his hand away, hissing at him to not dare touch her.

“Awwe, you don’t like playing with me anymore, do you?” He inquired to her before laughing once more. “Please, Lilith, do rough me up a bit~”

With that comment she could take no more of his annoying speech. She pushed herself further into his chest and wrapped her digits around around his pulsing heart, braced her other hand on his throat and jerked back, ripping the organ free.

She hadn’t even begun to expect how horrifying his screams were as he fell away from her, like an injured animal he glared at her as he let out a blood curdling yowl of pain. Of course, he had asked for this, but now looking at the damage and gore she had caused, Lilith began to second guess her choices.

The man gave a few short gasps before his body completely stilled, his eyes unfocused and looking up to the high vaulted ceilings of the palace they had fought in. His long blonde hair was sprawled out around his head like an halo of light. His skin, though parts of it stained purple from blood, looked soft and smooth, like that of a porcelain doll. Even in death, as the areas around his eyes grew dark and his lips turned purple, he still appeared hauntingly angelic.

Lilith stood at his feet, looking over his body. He was dead, he was finally dead. She had vanquished her foe, her captor. She was free from her quest of vengeance and reparations, and yet she felt strangely hollow. She hadn’t even expected it to ever have an ending, having never looked beyond the death of the monster before her. In an alien way, she supposed that she had became attached to the thought of forever tracking and trying to take him down.

She glanced from his face, down at her hand. It dripped with indigo colored blood and clutched a still heart. Lifting her hand, she gazed at the dark organ, looking over it before letting it fall from her hand.

He had a heart just like anyone else, it had beat just the same and it had stopped just the same. He had been no different from her in that sense, but something about it seemed to offset her.

She was done here.

Turning around she made to leave. She just wanted to shake this entire experience and wash his blood off of her. It brought much too many memories back to the forefront of her mind, memories she wanted to lay to rest now that he was vanquished from the world. With a heavy mind, she began to unbuckle the scratched up and worn down armor she was wearing.

Clank.

Clank clank.

I’m free.

She removed the armor as quickly as her tired muscles would allow. It was finished, finally completed, she would never have to wear that armor ever again. She had wrapped up this thirty year long chapter of her life and could return to normalcy. She gave a weary sigh and closed her eyes, feeling a soft breeze blow through the open door of the palace.

She simultaneously heard the swish of fabric and felt a gloved hand clamp around her neck. A gasp left her mouth as she felt warm breath fan across her neck and ear.

“You always did know that I like my love rough~” His voice whispered to her, playfully curling at the end.

How? How was he alive? She- She had ripped his heart out of his chest, watched the light fade from his eyes! There wasn’t an possible way that he should still be alive, or could return from death. ... He was a monster, something completely and totally unnatural in her world!

She let out a sharp struggling gasp as his hand tightened.

“Oh? Don’t you just love it when I ring that pretty little neck of yours?” As he mentioned her neck his voice changed from sugary sweet, now being spoken through gritted teeth with a growl.

She felt his other hand snake around her waist, pinning her into place where she stood. With panic, she started to shove against him, trying to escape his clutches, but his hold was surprisingly strong for a would-be dead man, coupled with the fact that he was still in his armor and she had decided to strip out of hers, making the mistake of thinking him dead.

“You should have taken my head off, dearest.” He cooed.

For a little fun, let's do some Omniverse Roulette™! Pick a number, from 1 to 12 (that hasn't been picked already). Using random.org, I'll determine who gets what.

Thaal Sinestro: You're a shit. Username colour changed to brown (1 week).
Steven Universe: You have your avatar changed by Omni, and must keep it for 1 week.
Gaige: Change Omni's avatar to whatever you wish (1 week)
Eda: Change the avatar of any other roulette participant to whatever you wish (1 week).
Ballad: Gain 10 OM.
DL: Lose 10 OM.
Jade: Gain 20 OM.
Hiro: Lose 20 OM.
Homin: Nothing happens.
Jak Mar: I'll tell you what the Exciting Thing™ I've been hinting about on Facebook is.
Strazio: You have to tell number 12 to watch any youtube video up to 20 minutes long, or any netflix episode if they have netflix. They MUST watch it and report back to you with their findings. Nothing super gross unless they're okay with it.
Somerled: See 11. If you fail to do so, you lose 100 OM.

By participating you agree to abide by the above. No takebacks once results are in.

I'd like to introduce a new title: "Judge." A judge is simply a member whose judgement on granting 'Great' and 'Exemplary' bonuses as explained in Bonus Rewards is considered to be sound and trustworthy. If a Judge deems a thread as being worthy of either of those bonuses, or a common (non-artefact, non-one-off) quest of being worthy of completion, they can simply post in the Bonus Request Topic with their judgement and the member will be updated by a staff to receive the bonus within a (hopefully) timely fashion. This lets members help out and reduces the strain on mods to judge everything.

So how do I become a judge?

You must nominate at least ten non-quest threads for Great or Exemplary bonuses through the bonus request topic. If staff members concur with your opinions, get in touch with Omni or Alex, or post here, and we'll grant you a special colour and title so that mods know you're an official judge and your opinions are to be trusted. That's all there is to it! Thanks for helping out.

I'm going to FNM for the first time tomorrow, I would like to hear your Crazy/Funny/Whateverthefuckyouwant stories from FNM or even just casual games of Magic: The Gathering.

I am swapping Warren Zimmer to Adrien Agreste. That said. 


Character name: Adrien Agreste 




Character source: Miraculous: Tales of Ladybug and Cat Noir (AU)


Character history:


Adrien Agreste is the second son of Gabriel and Emmeline Agreste. Before he was even born Gabriel was the superhero known as Papillion, whereas his wife was Pave. With the two of them both of them would save Paris many times over. But when a villain struck with a curse on both of them the curse had unique effects. Cancer like symptoms claimed the life of Emmeline, but the curse did something worse to Gabriel. It drove him mad and corrupted him with the power of darkness, turning him into the villain Hawk Moth. From there his first born, Felix Agreste was chosen along with Marietta Duplain Cheng to be Cat Noir and Ladybug respectively and fight the good fight. After months of battling it was clear that neither of them could defeat Hawk Moth.


With Marietta pregnant, they left Paris behind after retiring from the superhero life. Going dormant for a while, Gabriel ran his business. Little did he know an individual named Damien had met his son, Adrien. In the afternoons and during gym class Damien was teaching Adrien martial arts and swordplay. But that was not all. Given Damien was a former Miraculous Wielder and still held onto a complimentary Miraculous to the Cat Noir Ring,  Damien passed Glimmer and Sheet onto Adrien Agreste. Eventually Damien revealed the identity of Cat Noir to Ladybug, Marinette Duplain Cheng and also Ladybug’s Identity to Adrien Agreste. After a while of dating,  an accident nearly cost Adrien his life.

It was at that moment he was brought to the Omniverse by Omni.



Physical Description: (originals only)


Stats:
ATK:2
DEF:2
SPD:2
TEC:4

Starting Proficiencies:
Physical Strength – 1000 OM
Ranged Proficiency – 1000 OM
Area Attack Proficiency – 600 OM
Debuff Proficiency – 1000 OM


Starting Powers:
Super Jumping Master - 800 OM
Master Acrobat – 400 OM

Starting Moves:



Plagg,  Claws Out! (RP Flavor):  Raising his ring to the sky Adrien will yell Plagg Claws Out and black energy will swirl around him out of his ring transforming him into the costume shown below. It provides him no bonuses of any kind. But he cannot use his moves when he is not in this form. 









Cat Claws (300, Requires Physical Strength and Debuff):  A set of plain mundane claws. These are attached to his suit and require the Physical Strength and the Debuff Proficiency. They inject a venom that causes a prime hit by them to see double for about 3 seconds. This could make attacking harder,  but could be overcame by those with a stronger TEC than them. These can also be used for climbing purposes. These are thee length of Wolverine's claws. 10.5" is the length of these claws. 





Glimmer (300,  Physical Strength.):  This is an elegant silver and black rapier, with no special properties. This is kept belted at his waist when he is not disguised as Cat Noir. This rapier is his preferred choice of melee weapon. The weight of the sword is  2 lb. 4 oz. The sword is 46 and a half inches. Glimmer differs from what is shown in the picture,  because it has a cat symbol on it. 



Hand Laser Gun (300,  Ranged Proficiency.)   A Handgun that shoots black lasers. These travel 15 MPH. Their power is rather weak, and they do a pitiful amount of damage. Takes him about three seconds to charge up. This is the size of a regular Hand Gun. The lasers it shoot are 'black panthers' that smash into an opponent. T 



Bo-Staff (300, Physical Strength Proficiency, Master Acrobat/Super Jumping):
A plain metal bo-staff. This can be used to leap up and whack an opponent upside the head. It can also be used defensively to parry attacks done by his opponents. Furthermore the bo-staff can be summoned easily by him with little more than a thought on his part. 1.4 m (4 ft 7 in) tall and 15 cm (5.9 in) circumference is the length of this staff. The looks of his staff are shown in the picture above of his looks when he fights. 

Roaring Blast (300,  Debuff, Ranged Proficiency, Area Affect):
Releasing a mighty growl of power,  Adrien will release a growl that will intimidate opponents and cause them to clutch their ears in pain. It will be like they’d been scared by a Lion or a similar beast. This lasts 10 seconds, 15 second cool down. This has a range of 30 feet from him. This can be blocked by plugging the ears, or someone with a Stronger Tec than they have. This could also be avoided by getting out of range, erecting a shield or hitting him the moment that he opens his mouth to do this move. 



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Where did you find us? I play King Sombra, and this character will be replacing Warren Zimmer.

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