The red eye of the sun stared down over the earth below, its burning gaze drawing up rolling columns of heat that bent the light that passed through them. Sand blew from the peaks of the undulating dunes as stiff, dry winds pushed them. Towering, red spires of stone clawed at the clear sky like the fingers of a long-dead giant begging for water. The desert was unrelenting in its harshness, unashamed of its malice, and unforgiving in its cruelty.

And yet, some thrived.

A roar of the engine preceded the war-truck’s cresting over the summit of a sandy knoll, a towering trail of yellow dust rising behind it. The thrumming of music could be heard from a distance as the craft barreled through the arid wasteland, the driver’s eyes locked upon her target on the distance. It wasn’t long after that the rest of the war party came into sight.

Vehicles of all makes and models, jetbikes, motorcycles, semis, pickups, dune-buggies, pursuit vehicles, and almost every other conceivable craft made up the bandit’s marauder militia; the remnants of what was once Sledge’s Gang were now rallied under a new banner.

The Bandit With No Name clutched her chest as she rode onward, a grim look of determination and hatred on her face. Caret sat beside her, a distant look of worry tainting her usually enthusiastic expression. The few cowards that had advised against the charge into the Town With No Name had died under the hammer of their previous leader, and those that remained seemed all but too enthusiastic about joining her in the violent crusade. Nothing would stop her. Nothing could dim the spark that had been lit when Sinestro drew first blood.

“Why are you doing this?” Caret finally blurted. “Listen, I’m glad that you found me a bunch of cool stuff at your base, and became the leader of a huge gang by murdering their old boss or whatever the fuck happened back there, but this is totally crazy! What does this have to do with anything?!”

The bandit sat for a long time, holding the wheel with one hand as they raged through the barrens. “It’s just something I’ve got to do,” she said flatly after the lingering pause had finally worn itself out.

Crossing her arms, Caret threw herself back in her seat with a huff. “Sure. Ok,” she said, clearly unconvinced. She crossed her legs and peered out the window, her foot bobbing in agitation as she watched the world blow by. Her silence didn’t last long. “You’re just committing suicide!” the girl screamed, slamming her hands on the dash. “You tried to do it when you fought that guy the first time, and now you’re just doing it again!”

“Don’t talk such bullshit,” the bandit spat in irritation. “I’m trying to right the wrong that shithead Prime made against us. Show him what you don’t mess with us.” Another silence gestated in the cab, both glaring out their respective windows.

Caret’s fingers tapped on the dash in front of her anxiously, “Roland isn’t some pushover. He’s not just gonna let us take that town.”

The bandit grinned. “Nah, he won’t, but this time he’s not gonna have a choice. This time we got something special for him.” She thrust her thumb to the massive convoy that followed, the wild revving and swerving of their vehicles taking up most of the valley. “Even Roland can’t fuck with those numbers.”

“Well what about the other Primes? What about the one you fought in the first place, huh? What if there are more there?” Caret’s face had become red, her body tense and her thin fingers were clenched in frustration and anxiety.

The bandit shook her head. “If I can put that one guy down on my own, we don’t gotta worry about him. Any of the others? Well, they’ll learn quick not to fuck with us.” She slunk into her seat with a self-satisfied smile, “They’ll learn that just because they’re Primes doesn’t mean they can put us down.”

Pushing her hair back, Caret sighed heavily. “Listen, I’m here for the adventure, but if this gets any more crazy, I’m out”

The bandit’s eyebrows knit and a maniacal laughter erupted out of her mouth, “I’ll let you know when take off, kid.”

Everything was peaceful and confusing at the same time. Shadows seemed to move at the edge of her awareness, and that was what it was awareness. Desco wasn't seeing so much as being aware of things. Images shifted from one thing to another, chaotic. There was Guu, waving back and forth hypnotically, when did she learn to belly dance? This led to that wizard kid that had hurt Desco, and immediately followed was the nice wizard guy that helped Desco.

The swirls went on and on, and it seemed natural, like this was all supposed to be happening. However, suddenly the world came into focus on something Desco had great interest in. Big Sis! She saw Big Sis in various poses, like slides in a reel moving from one to another. Soon she came into focus on things she seemed to not know and yet knew she knew them. How did that make sense? Desco saw Big Sis, then a dozen Big Sises! And Desco, Valzy, Fenfen, Artina, Emizel, and Big Sis were all attacking the extra Big Sis-es. It was hard but Desco overcame that challenge.

Then she came into focus on Big Sis and.. Desco? No, it was Torn Desco, she didn't know Torn Desco but she knew her. She just trotted out a bunch of hunks! She was trying tempt Big Sis with these dragons! But Big Sis didn't take the bait. Things moved so fast, as Desco explored the memories she had forgotten, here in her dreams.

On Chubbs, I wrote two large documents containing Orion's history. Part 1 was posted on Chubbs, and Part 2 is half complete in a Word document. I don't believe it ever saw the light of day.

I was planning to post Orion's history here, however I don't feel right about taking what I wrote for one site and posting it here. But I do really want to explore his history again. So I wanted to see if it was possible to use the framework/plot of the story, but rewrite it. I've read Part 1 and I can tell I could make changes that would make it much better to read.

However I didn't want to begin this rather large and daunting process if the end result wouldn't be postable. Could someone let me know if this is OK?

Character name:Carol Danvers aka ‘Ms Marvel’

Character source: Marvel Comics

Physical Description:

[spoiler][/spoiler]

Character history:

[spoiler]Carol Danvers was already an ace fighter pilot, a former officer in the U.S. Air Force, and a former CIA agent when she was hired as the head of security of NASA headquarters at Cape Canaveral. One of Carol's co-workers at NASA was a Dr. Phillip Lawson, who was secretly the alien Kree super-agent named Mar-Vell.

When a dormant Kree Sentry robot that NASA had been studying activated and went berserk, Mar-Vell defeated the rampaging robot and saved Carol's life in the process, with the press dubbing the mysterious new superhero "Captain Marvel." Carol became drawn to Mar-Vell and a romance developed between the two. A Kree enemy of Mar-Vell's named Yon-Rogg soon learned of the relationship and kidnapped Carol as bait to lure Mar-Vell into a trap. When Mar-Vell came to the rescue, Yon-Rogg deployed forbidden Kree technology called the Psyche-Magnitron in an attempt to destroy his enemy. During the battle the Psyche-Magnitron, which had the power to turn thoughts into reality, exploded and Captain Marvel shielded Carol from its radiation with his own body, causing Carol to absorb much of his own genetic template. Carol's wish to stand with Mar-Vell as an equal rather than a helpless victim completed the process, and her DNA became a perfect synthesis of Kree and human genes.

After Carol recovered from the explosion, she had gained superhuman powers much like those of Captain Marvel and her alter-ego even wore a costume patterned after that of the Kree hero. She became known as Ms. Marvel, and soon established herself as a powerful superhero in her own right and later joined with both of Marvels strongest alliances, the X-Men and the Avengers.

Following a catastrophic tragedy caused by superhumans, the US Government passes a Super-Human Registration Act that requires all super-powered individuals in the country to reveal their identities, disclose their powers and personal details, and register as government employees or risk indefinite incarceration. This causes a deep rift in the hero community, kick starting a civil war amongst the heros of Marvel.

Ms. Marvel decided to become pro-registration, out of loyalty to the U.S. government and also to her longtime friend Iron Man, who had offered to lead the pro-registration forces. This puts her at odds with heroes such as Captain America and Spider-Man and during a mission to hunt down Anti-registration heroes, Ms Marvel is suddenly transported to the Omniverse.[/spoiler]


Stats:
ATK:3
DEF:2
SPD:3
TEC:2

Starting Proficiencies:
-Physical Strength – 1000 OM
- Ranged Proficiency – 1000 OM

Starting Powers:
Flight – 1800 OM

Starting Moves:
Will come up with moves later on down the road. I am also aware that I have only spent 3,800 of my 5,000 OM.

I confirm that I have read and agreed to the Rules of Conduct.
Don’t be a diva.

You heard it here first, a mock fight WWE tag team match in the Endless Dunes, where a nameless ghost town is burning to a crisp, causing destruction and chaos for all the inhabiting ghosts, as well as our competitors. A lawful and just judge will be needed to judge this epic battle. We were going to have Judge Dredd do it but he said that wasting a Judge's time is a felony.

:frogsiren:

The coolness of the water is so refreshing, I’m really glad I caught the Fountain of Infinity in between Primes. I thought as I dropped my robe, standing at the edge of the fountain and peering into my reflection in the water. It really is a great place to come when you want to relax, and reflect on the world around you.There’s just something about it that makes you feel so… connected to this world and the next. Maybe it really is the portal through which Primes enter this world. I wouldn't really know though, being a Secondary myself.

I stepped into the water, letting the water that held my reflection encapsulate my feet. The water was as refreshing as I had hoped, and it calmed me to the touch, like a warm embrace given by a loved one to make you feel safe. This feeling was exactly what i wanted… needed, to allow me to open my mind without worry. In such a world as this, one of danger and uncertainty due to the entitled and undying Primes, it was a rare occurrence to feel this way. I welcomed it, the warmth of the fountain, and i let it fill my body and mind.

I continued closer to the center spire, the water rising around me as i stepped deeper into it. The water caressed my body as I did so, inviting me to lose myself as it enveloped my body. Moving past my knees, up to my waist, then further encompassing my stomach and chest, i moved into the water until it reached my neck, covering my pale nude body from the eyes of those who might wish to conquer it.

I let my mind go blank and unfocused, allowing it to direct itself, rather than I turn it to solved a task. this was the best way to let the universe enter your mind, and hopefully impart something otherworldly upon you.

Laying my head back into the water, I allowed my mind’s eye to open and take in the things in this world that one could not see. Those that filled the Light.

[float=right]And those that spread the Dark.[/float]



Something felt… unsettling…, wrong even. A cloud in my mind’s eye cast a shadow of some sort across my mind.

I opened my eyes and returned my focus to the actions of the world that I could be seen, noticing an odd tinge of color in the water that once embraced my body with it’s warmth. The color of the water darkened, no longer clear as glass, but instead growing gray in color. The warmth that permeated the fountain had vanished as well, replaced with a cold chill, similar to that of a pitch black midnight.

Fear spun itself a web within my chest, screaming at my extremities to move. Move. Quickly. NOW I moved quickly towards the edge of the fountain where I had entered, feverishly trying to exit the water and rid myself of the now murky waters that surrounded my body.

As quick as I moved my body through the water, so did the color change, from the light gray that it began with, to a murky, dark gray, and then further to the pitch black soup that dripped from my waist as it left the water. Fear became terror inside me as I tried to run, for along with the sight of this darkness that poured from the Fountain, I could feel the danger that the water held. It was not the fear of what lay beneath the water that weaved a web of hollow terror inside me, but the darkness that emanated from the water itself.

I needed to leave. I needed to leave now.

I began to lift my foot from the pitch black water again, only feet from the edge of the Fountain, but it would not move and inch. Try as I might, with all the power that the adrenaline in my veins could give me, I was stuck in place, only a foot of water left tying my feet to it.

Terror had left me, hollow and black inside. The void that now dwelled within the walls of my chest was far beyond purely terror. Dread had replaced it. I knew that I would not make it to the edge of the Fountain.



The darkness that dwelled within the pitch black water swelled at my feet, receding from the edges of the Fountain to turn at my feet like a whirlpool ending the life of a seaman entrapped in its grasp.

The darkness, as it swirl in the water, swirled in unison up my legs to my waist. It did not feel like the watery embrace of the Fountain i had felt moments ago. Instead it was an embrace of searing pain and agony. My mind raced to the image of someone being skinned alive with a red hot blade. While not something I’d ever witnessed, the image was fitting for the pain I felt.

It continued up my body, covering my flesh in pitch blackness, and filling my nerves with terrifying agony. My insides… all I could feel within my body was that dark unending void of dread.

I was dead. I was worse than dead. I could feel it. My body… it was being taken from me… And the process was so agonizingly unbearable that I would not survive it.

Could anything?

I would never find out.

The pain and blackness traveled the rest of the way up my body, completely encompassing what use to be my flesh and bone, and I lost vision of the world around me. My sight faded to black despite my eyes still remaining open. There was nothing left of my existence except pain, and even that was fading.

I was fading.

There were no screams, no whimpers, nothing at all to signify my death, here in this place of birth and rebirth. No one would witness my end. I could barely make any sound as the light faded from my eyes. I could only squeak out my last, meaningless words, in a voice so raspy and quiet that not a soul would ever hear them.

“I… don’t… want… to…”

I hear the blast and screech of metal as one of Crowder's grunts detonated an explosive, I get pushed off of the roof by the sheer force. For some reason I don"t feel the heat, I'm falling with my back towards the ground, then everything is in slow motion and goes white, then I hear the voice.

Quote: “My name is Omni. This is not the world you know. This is the Omniverse. You interest me, so I have made you part of it. The Omniverse is a place that reflects the wishes of those who are part of it. But! There are rules. I will explain them only once, so listen carefully.”

Quote: Omni hands you a glimmering orb in which all the colors of the rainbow coalesce. “This is Omnilium. It’s what ties the Omniverse together. Without it, you are nothing. With it, anything you desire can be yours. But you will need more than this. If you desire it enough, you will find it. You will find that using it comes naturally. Just think of what you desire most.

Quote:“You will not be alone in the Omniverse. There are others. Of course, they, too desire Omnilium. Do not fear death. For as long as you interest me, you will be reborn.

Quote:“That’s all you need to know right now. You’ll figure out the rest soon enough. I’ll be watching … and waiting.”

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Got my car back from the body shop. Quarter panel looks brand new. I haven't had the car since last Monday. Of course now my passenger window does this:

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Just...*sigh*

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