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Six Million Dollar Man
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This is a universe which has been guarded by many powerful men and women. In fact, many other alternate dimensions are not unlike it, right down to the wearing of strange costumes. Regardless, this is Earth-38, a world under the protection of 'Super-Heroes,' and primarily under the watch of the still growing American East Coast Super-Team, 'The Contenders.' But will even the combined might of all this world, and the strength of challengers and champions from others be enough to end this madness?...
Now, shit hits the fan. A universe spanning event of cosmic proportions shall begin...
(OOC: http://www.iwakuroleplay.com/threads/infernal-trial-conflict-on-numerous-worlds.28060/ )
Century City was one of many to be hit following the first attacks coming upon the United States at approximately 9:23AM that Thursday morning. As a major midwestern city, it had like many been home to great industries and corporations, as well as the occasional costumed adventurer, or masked fighter.
It was a dark day for them all.
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A figure over the skies of Century City watched as his hometown burned. For 17 years it stood there for him. And for over a hundred more it was around for all others to see. He'd been clad in only a black t-shirt, and a pair of light blue jeans.
A pair of high-topped dark red sneakers covered his feet as he levitated above the chaos.
It was only a mere two months ago that he had acquired the empowering infection known as the 'Syndrome Supreme' as named by the mad doctor who discovered it. It was a kind of mutation which applied itself seemingly as some sort of illness. At least until he realized his immune system choosing to take the day off that faithful time not too long ago would be the greatest decision of his life, granting Warren Everett with Great Strength, Flight, and a degree of durability against the elements. But even these abilities were in moderation, and thus he was unable to save many...
Martian cruisers descended upon Earth, mostly consisting of green skinned humanoids and the strange mutants of the desert badlands of mars, with all their deformities, while the civilized 'primary class' led their forces. Martians were always a mixed lot. Gene pools so diverse, the martians were ever changing over the course of decades.
And from the grounds far and wide. Rectangular portals leading into the depths of some lovecraftian dimension opened to release demonspawn and giant fiends consisting of cosmic entities bent on the destruction of humanity, as brought about by the international cult group, the Golden Pincer Society.
"This is Centurion." He uttered into his phone, followed by an adjusting of the dark blue terry cloth wristbands he wore. "Century City has been wrecked: Need assistance. Martian Invaders to the Left of me, and Cthulhu's playmates to the right of me, and myself stuck in the middle… Please. I can't handle this alone!…"
With that, he put his smartphone away, and took a deep breath… and then he promptly flew into a group of the martian invaders, pummeling them as they fired their weapons, pushing him back from the shots' concussive force and starting to scratch him after repeatedly firing on his chest area, preparing to end the human champion's existence there and then...
Now, shit hits the fan. A universe spanning event of cosmic proportions shall begin...
(OOC: http://www.iwakuroleplay.com/threads/infernal-trial-conflict-on-numerous-worlds.28060/ )
Century City was one of many to be hit following the first attacks coming upon the United States at approximately 9:23AM that Thursday morning. As a major midwestern city, it had like many been home to great industries and corporations, as well as the occasional costumed adventurer, or masked fighter.
It was a dark day for them all.
-
A figure over the skies of Century City watched as his hometown burned. For 17 years it stood there for him. And for over a hundred more it was around for all others to see. He'd been clad in only a black t-shirt, and a pair of light blue jeans.
A pair of high-topped dark red sneakers covered his feet as he levitated above the chaos.
It was only a mere two months ago that he had acquired the empowering infection known as the 'Syndrome Supreme' as named by the mad doctor who discovered it. It was a kind of mutation which applied itself seemingly as some sort of illness. At least until he realized his immune system choosing to take the day off that faithful time not too long ago would be the greatest decision of his life, granting Warren Everett with Great Strength, Flight, and a degree of durability against the elements. But even these abilities were in moderation, and thus he was unable to save many...
Martian cruisers descended upon Earth, mostly consisting of green skinned humanoids and the strange mutants of the desert badlands of mars, with all their deformities, while the civilized 'primary class' led their forces. Martians were always a mixed lot. Gene pools so diverse, the martians were ever changing over the course of decades.
And from the grounds far and wide. Rectangular portals leading into the depths of some lovecraftian dimension opened to release demonspawn and giant fiends consisting of cosmic entities bent on the destruction of humanity, as brought about by the international cult group, the Golden Pincer Society.
"This is Centurion." He uttered into his phone, followed by an adjusting of the dark blue terry cloth wristbands he wore. "Century City has been wrecked: Need assistance. Martian Invaders to the Left of me, and Cthulhu's playmates to the right of me, and myself stuck in the middle… Please. I can't handle this alone!…"
With that, he put his smartphone away, and took a deep breath… and then he promptly flew into a group of the martian invaders, pummeling them as they fired their weapons, pushing him back from the shots' concussive force and starting to scratch him after repeatedly firing on his chest area, preparing to end the human champion's existence there and then...
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