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  1. AceOfKnaves

    AceOfKnaves Why aren't you laughing?

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    IC: Lex Luthor

    2:00pm


    The tires of the jet scream in protest as we're slowed to a navigable speed. I gaze out the window, running everything quickly through my mind. It WILL work...

    Mercy pushes the curtains in the front of the cabin aside, pressing a phone against her shoulder as she speaks to me.
    "It's all taken care of, Mr. Luthor."

    I nod once, returning my stare to the terminal outside.
    "Thank you, Mercy."

    It's begun...the necessary steps have been tread, and soon I can look at the bigger picture, the future unclouded by a bright red cape...

    ________________________________________

    2:15pm


    "You realize that once this is done, we'll be unable to reverse the action."

    I stare at my witless employee unblinkingly..
    "I am indeed aware of the consequences, Mr...." I pause, not bothering to remember this speck's name.

    "Walsh." He stutters

    I gesture with my hand, trying to make my point clear,
    "Whatever...You will proceed without hesitation." I lean in uncomfortably close to him, whispering hoarsely. "And if you EVER question me again, you can be certain of a fate worse than unemployment."

    He nods shakily, heading towards an office in the corner of the building.
    I'll have to ask Mercy to remind me that all fault will fall upon this man if this ever goes public...

    I smile to myself as my eyes shift towards the window, the site of the dim moon resting defiantly in the afternoon sky bringing joy to the depths of my soul.
    Soon I'll be rid of that blue menace in tights, and perhaps that bumbling idiot will have his beloved...how does he say it? Oh that's right....Low-eese...
     
  2. The Guitar Slayer

    The Guitar Slayer 1965 to Eternity

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    OOC: I made a solemn vow to do this...Catwoman first...then I need my plant friend over there to give me some more ideas or remind me of all the ones I forgot....

    IC: Catwoman/Selina Kyle
    12:50 PM

    My knight in Kevlar armor has arrived. “What’s going on here?” he growls at me and Harley as we eyeball each other.

    “Just a little girl talk.” I don't dare take my eyes off the clown for a second. "Don’t worry, it’ll only take a minute.”

    “That’s what you think Catty!” Harley nearly beheads me as she twirls herself around and nails the window with the sledge hammer purposely. Any remaining bits of the blinds or the windows is now completely gone. “C’mon babies!” she yodels at the monsters and they happily dive off the side of the building. I watch as the plummet down...ooh this is gonna be juicy....I hear a distant but distinct body function emerge from the car as the animals bounce a little on the seats. Harley just had to get in the last laugh didn't she. She gave another one of her quirky grins and joined her babies in the car with a similar noise. She revved the car, cut off two commuter buses, and made dust and rubber marks to signify her exit.

    Well, two can play that game...and I still got lives saved up that I can use for next Christmas. I ready my whip to swing onto the flagpole but his hand on my arm stops me. “Want to tell me what you’re doing here?” he rumbles.

    I take in the sight of the room. Completely decimated. Obviously, I wasn't spring cleaning...Emma would be. “Emma!” I suddenly remember my friend, who Batman is handling with his other hand. I hastily sweep a section of rug away for her and put her on the floor.

    “Who is she?” He towers over the two of us.

    “The director of this theater.” I start to fan her with a manila file folder and try to wake her up with a few well placed taps.

    “And?” He impatiently waits for some more information

    “And the sister of an old friend,” I answer distractedly. I'd feel alot better if her pallor just improve a little.

    The cold hearted bastard still tries to try some information out of me. “I don’t get it. What does any of this have to do with the Joker?”

    Now I've had it. “How should I know? You’re the brilliant detective." I hold out my hands and gesture to the unnatural disaster around us. "Detect.”

    He leaves me alone for a bit, and Emma does seem to be floating back to consciousness, albeit slowly. Poor thing must have struck her head on the way down...she'll feel it in the morning.

    “Your name is on this list.” He voice booms at me, sounding slightly suspicious

    I take it from him and stare at it. Gordon, Jerry, Wayne.... “It’s the guest list for the sneak preview.” I thrust it back at him, my eyes still on the prone body.

    “The what?”

    “Sneak preview to the play. This is a theater, you know. That’s what they do. The play is scheduled to open in a couple of weeks, but the cast is doing so well, they wanted to do an advanced showing to a select few people. Emma invited me. That’s why I’m here, because of her invitation.”

    “And Harley?”

    She shrugs. “I found her in here rummaging for something. It was pretty neat in here until she sicked her hyenas on me. Anyway, I doubt she’s suddenly developed an appreciation for the arts.”

    “There must be something about this play that has the Joker’s interest.” I 'mmhmm' in respone as Emma's pallor returns to normal. Thank God. I thought I'd killed the poor thing with shock. She begins to mumble about blueberries and matzo balls.

    I take off the cowl so she can recognize me easier. “It’s okay Emma, I’m here.” She grumbles about something else. I shrug slightly, then look at the cloak figure about me. “Well you could always come as my date.”

    “That might not be such a bad idea." He's grinning at me...damn, that is scary. My heart suddenly hopes that maybe that tea did work after all, but I know he's probably plotting to grab the Joker and just use me as a ticket in.

    He hasn't stopped grinning yet...probably because my mouth is so wide open you could drive a truck through it. I shut my mouth and arch a brow at his current style of dress. "Don't you think you'd be a little conspicuous like that?"

    "I don't intend to go in uniform." He returns the eyebrow as best as possible from beneath the cowl. Now I'm intrigued.

    I clear my throat. "Come again? You are actually going to show me your face?" Fat chance, but hey, it's worth a shot.

    "Not exactly. It will be me, but I will still be in disguise." Well, how will I...? "Don't worry about it. I'll pick you up at seven before the show." Damn, he knows me well.

    "Hey! I never said I'd agreed to this plan!" I say indignantly, but suddenly Emma wakes up. Oh, boy...how am I gonna explain this?

    She looks around wide-eyed. She focuses on me. "What happened to my office?"

    "You wouldn't believe me if I told you, hon."

    "Try me."

    "A cat and a clown with her minions danced with lightning and Thor's hammer only to be interrupted by the overlord of the night."

    Emma looks dazed, but is relatively coherent. "Have you been listening to Bat Out of Hell again?"

    Speaking of Bat...I step to the door and scream down the hall at the retreating cape, "Well at least make it 6:30! And you're buying me dinner!"

    I turn back to Emma, who is sitting up under her own power. "I need to redecorate."

    "I personally think you did anyway..." Emma shoots me a withering glance and I shut my mouth.

    "I'll buy."

    With that, I escorted her out of the buildng. I dropped her off at a Staples-Pier One-et al. mini mall with my credit card. I went to Cashman's to get myself an even better looking little black dress. Three lessons about those...1. You can never have too many. 2. They are never too slutty or too convervative. 3. They are bound to match your date...which shouldn't be a problem for me.


    OOC: Yes, I know I just caught myself up...I'll figure out something inventive later.
     
  3. BLACKHEART

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    1:30 PM

    “STOP!” I yell at Clayface.

    “What do you want now? I’ve cleaned everything in this dump. I’d wash the dirt but that would only make mud. What more do you want from me woman?!”

    I roll my eyes. “If that was your attempt at humor then it’s a good thing you went into acting. But enough of that. Silence! My babies informed me that we have guests.”

    I pause for a second.

    “A big hunky guest.” A look of delight washes across my face and I smile at Clayface.

    “Hush before I replace you with Superman.” I taunt at him.

    Clayface responds to my taunts with, “Go ahead! I don’t need this.”

    “Is that so?” I ask him.

    I was slowly over to my table and wave a vile at him.

    “I guess we won’t be need things then will we big mouth?”

    I smile and pull the cork from the vile and begin tilting it to the side.

    “WAIT!” He screams.

    “Is there something I can do for you?” I smile innocently while batting my eyelashes.

    “I’m yours to command.” He responds.

    1:32 PM

    “Great they’ve entered my hideout.”

    “Tell me something I don’t already know,” says Clayface.

    I turn to face Clayface, “Oh quiet you.”

    I rush to the exit, “This way.”

    Just down the hall I spot Superman and Batgirl.

    “What’s wrong Batgirl did Batman finally realize that he will never be able to get me?”

    I toss a few seeds towards them that immediately sprout and begin attacking the two heroes squeezing the life out of them.

    “Maybe I’ll see you later Big Blue.” I stop and blow him a kiss.

    “T-T-N!”

    Clayface and I quickly exit my underground compound.

    “Great you lead them to us! I’d slap you if I didn’t want to get my hand dirty. You do have some place where we can go right? Some where that we can be alone?” I wink at him.

    “Don’t worry I think they’ll be too busy to follow us.”

    Just as the heroes are able to break free the ground begins to shake. Twelve huge vines begin to burst threw my green house and lab crushing all important traces that could lead them to my other hideouts.

    Even worse the twelve huge vines begin causing tremors throughout the city. If they aren’t stopped, hundreds could die…

    OC: I decided that for now on I will make Ivy's roleplays green since Scarecrow uses red and I normally type in purple. The purple might be a bit hard to read so I won't cause you guys any trouble there ;)
     
  4. Patrick Bateman

    Patrick Bateman Telling it like it is

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    OOC: Hey everyone. I'm the new baddie in town. I'm kinda a rookie to the RPG world, but I'll try to catch on as quickly as I can. :)



    IC: Bizarro

    12:35 PM

    “Get it, Krypto, get it!”

    Me say to Krypto as he run after the ball I throw to him. He very fast.

    Before Krypto can get his ball, loud noise happen just behind me. A funny looking spaceship is on my home. Two men in puffy white suits come out of it. Me laugh. They look silly.

    “Biz… *AMEM* …Superman. Earth needs your help. You must save us!”

    One of them say to me. Me not sure what he talking about.

    “It’s about your friend. Lois La…”

    “What you do to Low-eese?!”

    Me yell at him. Me not let anyone hurt her. She care about me. She maybe love me.

    The other one shoots at me with a gun. No one shoots at Kay-lel. It don’t hurt me, but they try to, and that make me mad. Me grab him too.

    “Please! You must listen to us! Lois is in danger! It’s the imposter Superman! We have pictures! Oh god, please…”

    They scream as me get ready to throw them hard as can.

    “Pictures?”

    Me ask him. He show me pictures of the man who tell me he am Superman doing terrible things. They say he could hurt Low-eese.

    “How can me help save Low-eese?”

    “Put us down, and we’ll tell you everything.”

    Me listen to him. Anything to help Miss Lane. They ask Kay-lel to follow them to spaceship. Me walk inside.

    “Ooh! Just like on Krypton!”

    They tell me no push buttons, so me listen. Then a voice come on, but can’t see who talking.

    “Superman. I trust that my men have given you the dreadful news. It’s true, I’m afraid. The man whom we all trusted was our Superman has… gone rogue. He’s become evil incarnate. God only knows what his intentions are. But currently, his sights are set on Metropolis. A place I’m certain you hold dear. Think of the people. Think of the children. Think of Miss Lois Lane. They need you, Superman. WE need you.”



    OOC: If anyone notices anything that I need to change or do differently in future posts, please tell me.
     
  5. The Detective

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    OOC: Man this RPG isn't as dead as I thought it was. Welocme aboard BYO! Good to see some Superman villains.
     
  6. Barb Gordon

    Barb Gordon Nin-Mod

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    OOC: Welcome BYO, glad to have you with us. Think I need to get in touch with Pyro to get my side of the story sparked up again. Been dealing with some bad personal family stuff lately, so RPG'ing has been the farthest thing from my thoughts, bear with me please!

    ~Barb
     
  7. BLACKHEART

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    4:00 PM

    After fighting with Clayface about a potential hideout we have made our way under the city in the abandon subway tunnels to find a small garden. The area has a couple of over-turned subway cars with vegetation growing out of them. Knee-high grass surrounds us in this open thirty-foot area. There are several cracks overhead that let light in on us.

    “A little weeds… A little love… I could call this place home.” I say while stretching and bathing in the sunlight that shines on me from above.

    Clayface snaps at me, “You would like a dump like this you crazy weed.”

    I snap back,” Why don’t you shut up and start cleaning this place up.”

    “Why don’t you make me?” He responds with a fit of anger.

    He pushes forward with his right hand towards me, stretching it out, and then causing it to crash into my chest. The impact sends me flying back into the wall. Clayface moves towards me pushing me harder into the wall.

    I remind the puddle of mud in a very angry voice whose in charge, “Let me go or I’ll never cure you.”

    “You’re never going to fix me. That’s just it.” He pushes even harder, “You’ve had me playing a fool for too long and now it’s time I show you that I’m in charge you crazy little weed.”

    I struggle to get free but to no avail.

    He smiles I squirm trying to get free.

    “I’m going to enjoy this,” Clayface boasts.

    The wall begins to shake. The rubble and remains of the old subway tunnels cannot take the force Clayface is using. The ceiling begins to cave in, exposing me to more sunlight, making me stronger.

    Clayface morphs his left hand into a hammer and pulls it back.

    “So long psycho.” He says with a smile.

    I smile back at him and as he pulls his left hand back, a vine from the subway car next to him strikes him in the back and pushes threw his chest. He quickly releases me, dropping me to the floor. He holds his hand over the area that once held his heart, in pain; he tries to push the vine back of him.

    A second vine lashed out and penetrates his arm.

    I stand about six-feet in front of him with my arms raised. I pull them down quickly and then point towards him and the ground begins to shake. Two huge vines shoot out the ground with a violent rage. Clayface begins to lose his form in order to fight off the attacking plants.

    “Try to pull yourself together sweetheart because that’s not going to save you.” I taunt him as he fights my babies.

    “No but this is going to kill you!” He screams has his right hand turns into a huge blade.

    Before he has a chance to strike I inject him with a vile. Clayface lunges at me in what appears to be Matrix slow motion.

    “What did you do to me?” He cries out as his body begins to harden.

    “I did what I promised you. I said that I would cure you of your condition.” I say while walking towards him smiling like a kid in a candy store.

    “Did you think I would really make you a man again? As a man you would do what any man does and be a threat to the green that will once again fill this Earth.”

    I walk around his hard frozen body.

    “And now you will provide nutrients for the Earth. In time your body will decay and give back to the Earth.”

    I walk around so that I stand in front of him.

    “You can’t open your big mouth.”

    I smile.

    “I’m sure you can still hear me. You can probably even still see me.”

    I walk over and slowly lean down so that I am in his face. I move in closer and plant him with a kiss.

    “And that’s all folks!” I giggle and quickly lose all interest in Clayface.

    “Now it’s time to convert this place into home.”

    I become one with the green that surrounds me. Like a well-trained orchestra everything starts coming together in perfect harmony.

    After transforming the green into a more suitable home I lay down in the soft grass to relax.

    “I need a night out on the town…”

    OC: Let me know if you have any problems Slayer. I waited to let you see it first, but I haven't been able to spot you.

    EDIT: It seemed to have edited a word of mine out. I guess it could be a bad word depending on how it's used. Kind of like how some boards block Nightwing's real name I suppose. So I just changed the word I used for pulling. I hope that works too.
     
  8. Barb Gordon

    Barb Gordon Nin-Mod

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    OOC: Wow, I'm still here! hehe

    IC: Batgirl

    3...or there's about, whatever will fit with everyone else

    Probably not the best thing to worry about Nightwing in the midst of all this. Can already think of what Batman would say...*grunt*, but that stern, disapproving grunt that means "you shouldn't worry, you have more important things to keep your mind on right now". Amazing how much is in a single sound.
    "So how is he?"
    "He's doing quite all right."
    Comes Alfred's response. He's always calm, cheerful.
    "The wound isn't too serious. He'll be sore, that's for sure. But you know him my dear, he'll be just fine."
    And he always knows how to put me at ease. Just wish I could talk with Dick...
    "Thanks. Superman and I are going to continue after Ivy, we'll be in touch."
    "Take care."
    I glance up.
    "All set?"
     
  9. Calico

    Calico Didn't you get the memo?

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    [color=sky blue]IC: Batman
    Wednesday, January 17th, 3:15pm

    Back at the Batcave I find Alfred at the Batcomputer looking worried.

    "What's wrong?"

    He looks back at me. "Miss Barbara and Superman had a confrontation Ivy and Clayface, and are now in pursuit."

    "Do they need any help?"

    "Not at the moment, Sir."

    "Good," I reply. "What about Dick?"

    "Right here," he says, practically hobbling down the stairs. He looks battered and weak.

    "Master Dick, what are you doing out of bed?" Alfred clucks.

    "What happened to you?" I ask.

    "Run-in with Livewire. Thanks to Superman, we got her, but she didn't go without a fight. Don't worry, I'll be fine. Where have you been?"

    I close my eyes and run a hand over my face. "Tracking down clues to figure out what the Joker is up to. It seems he's cast his eye onto the theater."

    "Well the clown always did like the spotlight," Dick offers.

    "I'm afraid it's a little more serious than that."

    His eyes flutter and he stumbles a bit. Alfred rushes over and offers him a shoulder for support.

    "Get him back to bed," I order.

    "But Barb is out there..."

    "She'll be fine," I respond harshly. Alfred leads him back to bed, and I sit down, closing my eyes for a few moments of rest.[/color]
     
  10. AceOfKnaves

    AceOfKnaves Why aren't you laughing?

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    IC: Lex Luthor

    3:00pm


    "-WE need you."
    I turn off the receiver, confident that the first step in my plan is setup perfectly.

    My eyes fall out the window, a large smile sitting on my face as I continue to gaze at the moon. Everything is about to fall into place, namely my success and the death of that irritating "hero."
    Mercy's relaxing voice floats from behind me.
    "Mr. Luthor?"

    I turn,
    "What is it, Mercy?"

    She straightens her stance,
    "Everything is ready, sir."

    I stare back outside.
    "Perfect....where is he?"

    "Well, actually, he's accompanied by a member of the Bat Squad. They're both in pursuit of Ivy as we speak."
    I think she enjoys this sort of thing just as much as I.

    "Find her, I need to speak with her immediately."
    She nods, leaving me to observe the scenery.

    Metropolis WILL be mine again, even if it means I must deal with poison.
     
  11. BLACKHEART

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    4:00 PM

    Not long after turning Clayface into fertilizer I am interrupted by an uninvited visitor.

    “Stop now.” I command to the intruder that stands ten-foot behind me.

    I turn around slowly commanding vines to restrain my new guest.

    “Who might you be?” I ask while moving towards a woman dressed in a little driving costume.

    I look her up and down and hope to myself that she didn’t come here for a date.

    “I asked you a question.”

    “Release me now!” The burly woman commands.

    I respond back, “You don’t look to be in any position to bargain lady.”

    The angry woman threatens me, “My boss sent me here to deliver a message and if I don’t do it, he’s going to be really ticked and you won’t like what will happen to you.”

    I cover my mouth as I yawn and say, “I’m so scared.”

    I move towards her while a big smile on my face.

    “So do you want to tell me who your boss is before I kill you?”

    She responds back, “Luthor, Lex Luthor. Maybe you’ve heard of him?”

    I raise my eyebrow and ponder what the woman says for a minute and then I say, “I’m listening.”

    “It has come to my bosses attention that Superman is hot on your trail”

    I cut her off, “Yes most men are beating my door down…”

    “Why don’t you release me now?”

    I let her down and she continues on, “He is willing to pay you ten-million dollars to deliver Superman to this location.”

    She hands me a piece of paper with some coordinates on it.

    “He will pay you thirty-million when Superman has been terminated.”

    I respond, “So all I have to do is lead him here?”

    She opens her brief case and it’s full of money. My eyes open widely and light up like headlights.

    “Ohh I think I can handle that.”

    A few minutes later a twenty-foot wide vine rips thru the ground about two miles from my hide out. The vine begins moving, ripping the ground below in a path heading for the docs. I sit on the very top like the Queen that I am.
     
  12. The Detective

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    Note to rookie RPGers, don't EVER have your character get hurt in your first RPG post. Otherwise you'll end up like me, in a hole so deep you can't get out.
    IC: Nightwing
    Wednesday 4:00 PM

    Bruce closes his eyes for a moment and leans back in the chair. Hmmm HIM taking a nap? That's a first. Alfred seems to approve though. Well while he's resting I glance at the computer screen trying to see what we've got on the Joker so far.

    Suddenly our radio that listens in on police broadcasts bawks to life. "Gotham Police HQ this is aerial survielance 32, we've sight an unusaul plant mass moving towards the docks at a rapid pace. Assistance needed."

    Bruce springs to life. He jumps out of the chair, thinking for a moment.

    "Bruce, if we take the plane we can get their faster."

    He just looks at me. Finally he turns and I know I've won. While he fires up the plane I pull my costume shirt on. I reach for my mask and slap it on.

    "You ready?" He asks.

    "I wonder where Babs and Superman are."

    He pauses for a moment. "With any luck they are on top of the situation."

    "If she's moving around free though that could mean the oposite." I have a bad feeling about my own words. Superman should be more than able to handle Ivy's plants but Barb....

    "You coming?"

    I nod and and start to walk towards the plane. There is still a tingle in my shoulder but I ignore it. I hop in the back while Batman takes the controls. He presses a few buttons and we fly off.
     
  13. Calico

    Calico Didn't you get the memo?

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    [color=sky blue]IC: Batman

    Wednesday, January 17 4:15 pm

    The plane flies over Gotham as the Batcomputer feeds information. Starting out as very small tremors, the vines have been growing exponentially for several hours. They have pushed through the sewers and old subway system and are moving their way to the surface.

    They are threatening to strangle everything in their path.

    "So do we get a giant weed whacker, or what?" Dick asks.

    "We have to get it at the source," I call back, as I turn the plane away from the visible vines at the docks to Robinson Park, which has been identified as the epicenter.

    As we fly over, the spot where Superman broke through to Ivy's lair is visible. Moving in low, and setting the autopilot, Nightwing and I eject. We land and immediately start running for the hole. Beneath, the growing tenticles can be seen.

    "Any ideas?"

    Options fly through my mind rapidly. Chemicals are a possibility, but by the time enough is gathered it would be too late. Attempting to cut them down to size would be futile. One other idea comes to me.

    "Underground power lines," I respond.

    "Excuse me?"

    "We have to cut into a power line and electrocute the plants."

    "And ourselves!" he exclaims.

    "Not if we don't touch them."

    I pull out the small computer from my belt, and quickly access the city's power grids. A main line runs twenty feet from our current position. Signaling the plane, I instruct it to fire a missle into the ground above it.

    Dick and I cover ourselves as the missle is launched. The explosion is deafening and the ground shakes for an instance. The tunnels between Ivy's hideout at the missle impact crumble into rubble. Several live wires fling about under the surge of power. Given the new space created by the collapse, the vines grow quickly towards them. In a matter of seconds the vines come into contact with the sparking wires. The live vegetation jumps and buckles as thousands of volts surge through them. The smell of burning wood fills the air. Soon enough, the vines catch fire. Quickly I contact emergency services and inform them to send several fire units to the park before the flames get out of hand.

    "There will be some residual growth the farther out you go, but they can be easily dispatched. Ready?"[/color]
     
  14. Bird Boy

    Bird Boy WF Admin
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    It's with a heavy heart I must say I'm departing all RPGs I'm in. I have The World's Finest website itself to deal with, MODing these forums, and other net responsibilities, and as much as I hate to say it, they come before RPGs, and since I've been neglecting them for so long (and apparently losing interest in them), I've decided to depart.

    Robin/Tim Drake is now up for grabs for whoever wants him. I will still be actively MODing this board however, so you can still PM me for whatever RPG you want to join.

    -Bird Boy
     
  15. Bird Boy

    Bird Boy WF Admin
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    Ready for a double whammy? Bleu Unicorn has now left both the Worlds Finest and Batman RPG's due to--you guessed it--time constraints. Who knows, maybe she'll bless us all again with her awesome Harley Quinn posts, but for now, Harley is up and available in both RPGs.

    -BB
     
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    Quality over quanity. Since I am the first responce to this thread in 15 days it has made this a little bit easier. I am quiting this RPG. I really haven't had much going in the World's Finest RPG. It's either stall or a complete dead end. So instead of putting up some crap or slop that I don't care about and making my characters look bad, I am pulling out of the World's Finest RPG. I want a creative challenge and it's very hard when no one responds for months. It was fun while it lasted and I appreicate the opprotunity. It's sad when an RPG dies.
     
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    OOC: You might as well have taken an ax and chopped up this RPG. *SIGH*
     
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    AceOfKnaves Why aren't you laughing?

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    OOC: Hmm, with my partner in crime missing, I don't know if I'm even needed here anymore. *shrugs*


    ~Selena~
     
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    OOC: I'll try and have an IC post up soon. I might as well finish up the Ivy plot since BLACKHEART is now gone.
     
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    AceOfKnaves Why aren't you laughing?

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    OOC: Short, yeah, but I'm trying to figure out if this RPG still has potential or not. :p


    IC: Lex Luthor

    time


    I receive a phone call informing me that Ivy has already begun to take action. She will make the perfect distraction until I can set up the remaining robotics in the core of Metropolis.

    It's taken an entire year to collect as much of the meteor rock as I did, but it will all be worth it to watch Superman cower once more, crying out in pain like a small child. Before his death he WILL beg me for his life. I'll see to that personally.

    For years I ran this city without interference...and I will once more. All I have to do now is put my faith in a bumbling idiot.

    He is after all one of my creations...perhaps he won't fail me again.
     
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