| GM: Lord Wraith | Genre: Superhuman, Modern Fantasy | Type – Linear, Sandbox | ~"The dead cannot cry out for justice. It is a duty of the living to do so for them."~ Just under a hundred years ago, humanity would never have thought that a man could fly unassisted through the air, shoot laser beams out of his eyes or stop bullets with his skin. Yet in 1938, the Hyperhuman was confirmed to be living among its evolutionary predecessor. After years of public relations by pro-Hyperhuman groups such as H.E.L.P. and the public beginning to accept the existence of those with extraordinary gifts, society’s mindset was set backwards nearly fifty years when a terrorist by the name of Yakob Kowalski. Yakob Kowalski or as he had dubbed himself ‘Hurt’ set out on a mission to prove to the world that despite Hyperhumans living among society, they were a short fuse away from killing all those around them. Motivated by the death of his family when a Hyperhuman in his neighborhood lost control of his powers and nearly destroyed the town, Kowalski gathered a team of Hyperhumans willing to use their abilities for selfish gain to use to for his own means. Giving them a target and unleashing them upon it, Kowalski’s team wreaked havoc across North America and dragged the Canadian based S.H.I.F.T down with them drawing their strike teams into public fights. As such the world witnessed the dangerous side of Hyperhumans and once again began to resent those with abilities and reject them from society. The only good that came of this incident was the organization known as H.E.L.P. going on to become an international agency giving S.H.I.F.T clearance to intervene anywhere in the world. This allowed S.H.I.F.T. the jurisdiction to send their teams anywhere in the world in order to protect the public from Hyperhumans who wish to use their abilities to harm others as well as to protect those who are persecuted. What the world at large remains unaware of however is that there are others among them besides Hyperhumans who have abilities that are almost incomprehensible. The mysterious and mystical Magni had been living among humans since the dawn of early civilization, even before they fled their home realm of Umbra. Furthermore beyond Hyperhumans and Magni, Earth has been visited by Celestial visitors for eons, most coming and going without anyone being none the wiser. Fear of the unknown has always plagued humanity, and continues to do so as unnatural storm clouds circle around the coastal city of Crescent City. For almost the past month, rain has pelted the city introducing flooding along the coast and along the other bodies of water within the city leading to whole neighborhoods being evacuated. With this rain has come damaging winds ripping through the vineyards outside Los Paraíso and landslides burying many of the main routes in and out of the city. Meteorologists are completely baffled by this storm as it seems to only be suspended above Crescent City and not moving anywhere. The storm clouds appear to originate from above Old Stone Mountain where a huge concentration of black clouds can be seen swirling around its tips leaving the resort that resides there completely closed down. This weather is causing a lot of tension within the city as the people are beginning to panic. Many of the people of Crescent City have begun to believe that the storm is the work of a Hype intent on eventually holding the city hostage. Furthermore, the city is in the midst of a mayoral election putting a lot of stress on the candidates to provide results to the pandemonium plaguing the city. In the midst of all this, crime has begun to spike as the local gangs have taken advantage of the situation and the evacuated areas. Neighbor has begun to turn on neighbor stretching the already strained emergency services to their breaking point. The city needs help, the source of the storm needs to be found and the only ones able to it are those who the city fears most. “This is Darren Bronsky coming to you live from the Spires for Channel 11 News. I’m currently standing outside city hall where a large crowd is advancing on the building where the mayoral debate is currently taking place.” The camera panned towards the angry crowd as ran poured down on the ground. Beginning to yell slander against Crescent City’s leadership, Hyperhumans and chant support to Yakob Kowalski as they came closer. The crowd slowly began to show more aggressive behavior. Soggy signs were raised above their heads as some of the more violent protestors began to kick over the garbage cans and climb on top of cars. The police standing outside city hall moved their hands towards their weapons as the crowd continued to advance. “We may need backup down here dispatch.” The officer said as he motioned towards Darren Bronsky and his crew to get inside the building. The reporter nodded as he slipped inside the gothic building followed quickly by the camera. Clocking out for the night, Greg O’Connor rolled his eyes as a sign for the mayoral election blew by in the strong gust of wind. Guarding warehouses in the Power District was never something he had desired to and each eight hour day dragged on for what seemed an eternity. Coming around a corner, he heard a noise as he turned his flashlight on. Seeing nothing, he tucked the tool back into his belt as he fumbled for the keys to his car. A large rumble echoed from the other side of the warehouse as Greg barely had enough time to look up before a large explosion lifted him off his feet and threw the heavy man across the parking lot. Flames rocketed into the sky as the night became filled with smoke and the smell of burning. Alarms went off all across the district as staff prepared emergency measures but no sirens sounded from the emergency forces. Stretched far too thin due to the typhoon-like weather that had been plaguing the city, the fire department had been trying to stop flooding in other areas of the city. “God help us…” Greg muttered as he struggled to stand up, looking at the flames that continued to spread despite the soaked ground and pouring rain. Staring beyond the warehouses, Greg could scarcely move as he body froze in fear, realizing the fire was on a direct path for the nuclear plant. The door slowly swung open as Packo Del Cruz stood in the doorway grinning like a fool while holding his lock picking tools. “Look at that, ol’Packo actually did something right.” A loud smack echoed into the abandoned house as the man who spoke stepped around Packo and began to wade through the flooded entrance way. “Eh, he still ain’t worth much.” Came a second voice as he gave Packo a shove forward. “Off ‘im then Monty” The first man replied with a cruel smile as Packo’s mouth opened only for the second man to put his hand in front of it and press a handgun to his ribcage. The shot echoed throughout the house as Packo dropped to the ground, water splashing as the corpse sunk into it. “This house better have something good, the last couple just had a couple flatscreens. They aren’t worth as much as they used to be.” “I blame Costco, how’s an honest criminal s’pposed to make a livin’ around here if the corporations are selling them cheaper than we can?” “Oh and Walmart too.” Monty added beginning his own look around the house. “Especially Walmart.” Agreed the first man as he walked up to a mantle. “Well lookey here!” He said using the butt of his gun to smash open a glass display case. “You think it’s real?” He asked lifting up a sword before drawing it from its scabbard. “We can only hope. The other Kings better be makin’ out better than this. Where’s the gold? The cash stores? Ugh, people are too paranoid nowadays.” The site outside of city hall had escalated as the protestors had set their signs on fire along with the trashcans and whatever else they had on hand. Inside the stone building, the few available officers barricaded the door standing by with their weapons. They had called in a SWAT unit though no promises were made as to how quickly one could be scrambled together. “Things have rapidly escalated down here at the City Hall. What looked like a protest approaching the mayoral debate has quickly turned into a riot.” The sound of sirens outside alerted the officers that their backup had finally arrived. Unfortunately the site of the SWAT van sent the rioters into a frenzy as a group of masked men emerged from with the crowd and began unloading automated weapons at the SWAT unit while others rushed the city hall. The night had descended into chaos.