Mini Theme List (Players and Moderators)

[Keybladewielder]

/put

[Thieving Keyblade]

/in as hydra.

My other head has asked to remain anonymous, but I am Keybladewielder.

[Thieving Keyblade]

/confirm other head

[Keybladewielder]

Also, thats for Two Room II.

[RoboKitty]

/in Paradox.

/out as guille.

/in as RoboKitty (hydra of Guille and Mala)

This is us!

[PeregrineV]

/pre-in or /in for Paradox

[PeregrineV]

/pre-in or /in for Paradox

Yes, make that /confirm pre-in!

[Nachopappa]

/out for Two Room Mafia

[chesskid3]

hmmm

/in to mod Princeton University Mafia, with an availability date of 8/15 please.

[chesskid3]

(Ellibereth comod)

[SaintKerrigan]

/out for Two Room Mafia

Marital issues with mama?

[PeregrineV]

/out for Two Room Mafia

Marital issues with mama?

/in for SaintKerrigan game

[RedCoyote]

Pere, how you can you be so heartless? ;_;

[Zar]

in to Paradox as House Lannister Hydra with EP if there's still room.

[Zar]

in to Paradox as House Lannister Hydra with EP if there's still room.

/in with Zar + Expecto Patronum, just to clarify.

[broomhead]

/in for Paradox Prime - AurorusVox

[DrippingGoofball]

broomhead!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! OMG

[Oversoul]

DGB I think this game was destined to happen

[DrippingGoofball]

A 2005 vintage game!

[hasdgfas]

AurorusVox's

Paradox Prime - Time Travelling Mafia(Mini 1461)

is full with the following playerlist:
Platypus
SaintKerrigan
PeregrineV
Sixty
kanyeknowsbest
Ghostlin
Rift Adrift
Natirasha
RoboKitty
Desperado
Minimal
ActionDan
MafiaSSK

now taking sign-ups: SaintKerrigan's Revenge, Refuge, and the Real BS: Confessions of a Superhero
still taking sign-ups: RedCoyote's Two Room Mafia II

[Natirasha]

A 2005 vintage game!

Truly vintage.

[SaintKerrigan]

Opening Scene 1

Spoiler: Opening Scene 2

Testing, testing, one, dos, trey. Eh, whatever.

I've never really been one to do this kind of stuff, voxing my thoughts and all that. I like living in the moment. But what the hell, I'm bored. And fuck censorship, I'm fucking tired of "fruitcaking" this and "bullsnapping" that. Whatever made swearing so damn impolite, anyway? Motherfucker.

I'm off-topic. Well, technically, I'm just capturing my rambling thoughts so I'm not really off-topic, but...yeah.

Three months. That's how long it's been since I've been out of the hospital. Three months at home on "medical leave". Everyone knows what that really means. I'm being washed out. Forgotten about. I can't really blame them, I did fail to stop Teela, after all. She--it, he, what the fuck-ever--is nowhere to be found, says the news. The news also likes to critique my handling of the situation. What else could I have done? That bomb would have gone off anyway, I couldn't have done a thing. Demo isn't my expertise, anyway.

That's one problem with being a superhero. People expect you to be super at everything, even when that's just not possible.

I hate Teela. Teela is fucking up my life.

I'm done for, aren't I. No way I can be a superhero after all that--

*beep beep*

Oh hey, speak of the devil. It's the Superchief, probably calling to tell me I'm being retired. Heh.

I'll get back to this thing later.

LOCATION

City-State of Refuge
The Supertower, 104th Floor

TIME

07/21/2081 15:13:20

The reception area of the Superchief's office was vacant. On the secretary's chrome desk rested a wooden sign that read: "Make yourself comfortable. I'll be back like the Flash."

Sighing, Gecko trudged out of the elevator cab and stood next to the set of three plush chairs arranged in front of the wall-sized window. At one hundred and four stories tall, the Supertower was easily the tallest building in all of Refuge. From this lofty vantage point, the whole of the city part of the city-state was within Gecko's view, and he gazed out upon it. The glass was smudged slightly; it must have been awhile since last it had been cleaned.

On his right, a door slid open silently; a short, blonde-haired man strode through, wearing a pink tuxedo-like suit. "Enjoying the view, Mr. Gecko?" he asked demurely.

Gecko turned to look at the man. "You should get on the cleaning staff, Flashion," he responded. "I'd never have left the window in this state back when I was up there, washing these windows."

"I'll be sure to tell them of your concerns," Flashion said, taking a seat behind the desk. "I like your new suit, by the way. I've always thought your uniform would look better if black were the primary color and green the accents. It's like little veins of emerald traversing a sea of ebony. Goes well with your little gecko symbol."

"Uh, whatever. You still look terrible in pink."

"The fashion world disagrees with you on that one. But enough small talk. The Superchief is ready to see you, now."

"Good. The lower half of your shirt's untucked a little, by the way."

Flashion looked down. "So it is." He shoved the unruly folds down into his pants. "Thank you. I don't always notice."

Gecko shrugged and walked up to the doorway Flashion had just come through; the door slid left for him, and he made his entrance.

The office of the Superchief was massive. It easily encompassed the space of at least twelve offices like the one Gecko had in the Supertower. All of the walls, save the one directly behind him, were glass; the light of the afternoon sun shone straight through the room, casting long, leftward shadows. The floor was shiny white, yet comfortably gave way to Gecko's gecko-footed feet as he made his way across. At the center of this gargantuan expanse was a semi-circular desk, with a single curved computer monitor affixed atop it; the back of this faced Gecko, so he ambled around the desk and saw a black-armored, black-skinned man, with a blue "S" emblazoned on his chest, reclining back in his comfortable-looking black swivel chair.

"Hello, Superchief," Gecko said, standing just to the side of the huge desk.

The Superchief rotated himself to face Gecko. "Hey, Gecko! What's up, man?"

"Just been on medical leave. You know. For three months."

"True, that. You ready to get back to work?"

"I've been ready for months, sir. Just give me the word."

The Superchief smiled. "Excellent! I have just the thing for you." He cleared his throat. "Arn, please bring up that little presentation I made for Gecko." He beckoned to Gecko with his hand. "Come here, boy, let me show you something."

Gecko stepped around to look at the monitor, and saw a picture of--

"Teela," he stated flatly.

"Good, you remember."

"As if I could forget."

"Anyway, it's been a few months since that bombing incident, yet our little friend here is nowhere to be found."

"That won't be true for long. All that bomb did was property damage; no one was killed. Teela will be back to make a bigger statement."

"I know. Obviously, the best thing for us to do is catch the little dog whore before she--he, it , whatever--can cause Refuge serious harm."

"I'm assuming that hasn't happened, yet? You would have had it plastered all over the news, otherwise."

The Superchief ran a hand across his smooth head. "Correct. We've scoured the entire city-state, but without success. That can only mean one thing--"

"Teela's outside Refuge. Beyond the border."

"Yes. We've got the Trench, and our border cannons are extremely efficient...but there are plenty of tunnels. Even if we found all the natural entrances, it's not that hard for a determined person to forge their own way in. Thus, it is most likely that our little black-swathed, genderless friend is hiding out beyond the border. That leaves us with one choice..."

The Superchief stared at Gecko. "You mean someone has to go out there? Into the dirty zone?"

"That's exactly what I mean. Although it needs to be a team of people rather than one man alone. You know what Teela did to you, and...well, you're one of our best. So that's saying something."

"Can we survive beyond the border? The radation out there is still dangerously high."

"We've taken care of that. You can find the particulars in the briefing files. Which reminds me that I still haven't told you why I had you meet me. I'm sure you can take a guess, however."

"You want me to lead this team."

"Yes. You're the most qualified superhero to deal with Teela, you're the only one that has fought Teela. But, since it

is

a dangerous operation...you have a choice. I want you, but you can say no--"

"No need, sir. I'll do it."

The Superchief gave Gecko a thumbs-up. "Good man. Now, this presentation I've made for you will give you the gist of this operation, but like I said, the details are in the files. Let's start with an overview of your team...

Revenge,

Refuge,

-and the-

Real

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Confessions of a Superhero

Moderator: SaintKerrigan

Backup Moderator: Haylen

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Pre-ins:

Mr_Ree
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havingfitz
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[JasonWazza]

/In SK's game.

[Generic]

/in for whenever

[shos]

/In SK's game.