Blue bay city, a bustling place really. Anything you could want buy or steal is somewhere in this grand city. From downtown to the slums and makeshift shanty towns... Blue bay was great.
Anytime you go into the city six times out of ten you come back with a story.
"Captain PC just fucking threw this guy into the sky and jumped after him screaming uppercut! nah it wasn't a villian!... looked like a purse snatcher..."
"So I was just getting bread and milk, and guess who cut infront of me at the store? Mr Smiles he poofed right infront of me! Had a suit and mask and everything! He was buying beef jerky and cheap vodka... yea he paid! You'd think he'd rob the place"
"Guess what? Femmestretch just took down some lizard monster... yea she looked thic... I'm uploading it now!"
Of course all of earth has supers. It's estimated twenty five percent of the human population has some sort of super-power. It just seemed like fifty percent of that previous twenty five percent all seemed to operate inside 2-B city. The american Hero association being located here may have something to do with that. But a crazy amount of villians reside here as well, one would think they have some sort of network or underground club with how many infamous criminals seem to be in town, not to mention the fresh meat that is trying to make a name by taking out a known super.
One such infamous super, Mr Smiles... or the name on his license, Joespeh Ceele. Was not being super at all... He was sitting downstairs at the dinner table with headphones on, trying to write a song for the instrumental his band, Smoosh Police was set to perform in the next two weeks.
it wasn't going well.
The usual blank face squinted at the page as his left hand sqibbled in a messy fashion, barely comprehensible to one that wasn't Joe. After writing two verses he gave up on a choras with a guttural "arrrghhhhhhhhhh...."
Standing up he looked at his phone. 5:48 pm... it was a rare night Joe hadn't cooked dinner in some way. He hadn't even chopped or peeled anything to bake. A low growl erupted from his stomach... he decided at that moment he would do something. Something fitting to one as machiavellian and dastardly as he.
He shouted out to all in the two story house unsure who was home or not. "hey I'm gonna go get pizza... anyone wanna come?"
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v e n u s BreeDav Emperor1 Venchi1986 Hella Downweather
Introduce your characters however you like!
I will put a arc in motion that involves everyone in some way but try and introduce your own, pm me if you have a idea you'd like to play out
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Also posting order, you, 1, 2, you.
meaning let two others post before you do again (or more, the minimum is two before you though)
Anytime you go into the city six times out of ten you come back with a story.
"Captain PC just fucking threw this guy into the sky and jumped after him screaming uppercut! nah it wasn't a villian!... looked like a purse snatcher..."
"So I was just getting bread and milk, and guess who cut infront of me at the store? Mr Smiles he poofed right infront of me! Had a suit and mask and everything! He was buying beef jerky and cheap vodka... yea he paid! You'd think he'd rob the place"
"Guess what? Femmestretch just took down some lizard monster... yea she looked thic... I'm uploading it now!"
Of course all of earth has supers. It's estimated twenty five percent of the human population has some sort of super-power. It just seemed like fifty percent of that previous twenty five percent all seemed to operate inside 2-B city. The american Hero association being located here may have something to do with that. But a crazy amount of villians reside here as well, one would think they have some sort of network or underground club with how many infamous criminals seem to be in town, not to mention the fresh meat that is trying to make a name by taking out a known super.
One such infamous super, Mr Smiles... or the name on his license, Joespeh Ceele. Was not being super at all... He was sitting downstairs at the dinner table with headphones on, trying to write a song for the instrumental his band, Smoosh Police was set to perform in the next two weeks.
it wasn't going well.
The usual blank face squinted at the page as his left hand sqibbled in a messy fashion, barely comprehensible to one that wasn't Joe. After writing two verses he gave up on a choras with a guttural "arrrghhhhhhhhhh...."
Standing up he looked at his phone. 5:48 pm... it was a rare night Joe hadn't cooked dinner in some way. He hadn't even chopped or peeled anything to bake. A low growl erupted from his stomach... he decided at that moment he would do something. Something fitting to one as machiavellian and dastardly as he.
He shouted out to all in the two story house unsure who was home or not. "hey I'm gonna go get pizza... anyone wanna come?"
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v e n u s BreeDav Emperor1 Venchi1986 Hella Downweather
Introduce your characters however you like!
I will put a arc in motion that involves everyone in some way but try and introduce your own, pm me if you have a idea you'd like to play out
——-
Also posting order, you, 1, 2, you.
meaning let two others post before you do again (or more, the minimum is two before you though)
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