UB-01 Kenobi
If she's UB-01, I'm UB-01
- Joined
- Jan 28, 2011
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Apotheosis
They said the world would end on December 21st, 2012. They were right. They just didn't realize it would be a delayed reaction. 12/21/12 was the birth date of Patient Zero. He was born in Kentucky. We don't really remember his name anymore. Just what he could do. Lift cars. Punch through brick walls. Bend reinforced metal like it was rubber. He didn't wear tights or save lives, though. He hid his abilities. Married. Started a family. His son could run upwards of 300 miles per hour. His daughter could fly. He wanted to be a superhero. She wanted to follow her dad's example. He got killed in a fight with some street thugs when he tried to stop a mugging without fully understanding his abilities. She had kids. Both of them had powers. She taught them to keep them hidden. The son was an example to all of them. Don't stick your necks out. They had families. Their children had families. The powers skipped generations. Some had them, some didn't. It's a dominant gene, being a superhero. Heterozygous supers sometimes had normal kids. That family thought it was a mutation, a disease. An isolated event. Now we know it was evolution. In England, a girl was born. She could see through anything. A boy in Japan who could control matter telekinetically. A girl in Africa who could freeze anything with a touch. A boy in Australia who could breathe underwater. They all had families, too. Their children all were super, too. Millennia later, the Earth was a changed place. Everyone was super. Some kids flew to school, then walked through the wall to their classroom by turning intangible. Others ran there faster than sound and then dominated on the wrestling mat with their super strength. Still others breezed through classes by plucking answers out of their teacher's minds. Parents commuted not by car or train, but by teleportation or flight. They used telekinesis instead of cranes in construction. Most people had not just one, but many powers. Some people had enough raw power to destroy galaxies. In the 21st century, nerds sometimes complained Superman was overpowered. Some of these people made him look like a cricket with a broken leg, asthma and heart disease. There were, of course, laws in place to keep these people in check. Ways to neutralize and eliminate them. On the other end of the spectrum, there were those with little power. A girl who had a slightly higher concentration of iron in her bloodstream than normal. A boy who had a paler skin pigmentation than anyone else in his family. These kinds of people were rare, but those who did exist were mocked and ridiculed by their peers and society at large. Who would hire a boy whose average body temperature was 99.6 instead of 98.6 when they could hire a boy that could fly while carrying two tons of material at Mach 2? This was life. Some people were dealt a bad genetic hand. Some accepted it, others were resentful. Luckily, these people - the subpowereds - made up less than .0000001% of the population. Nobody cared about seven hundred individuals in a population of seven billion. That is, nobody cared until now.
Thirty seven years ago, something extraordinary happened. An ordinary baby was born. No powers whatsoever. He was of average strength, speed, intelligence, body chemistry. He could not fly or generate electricity. He was not superhuman in even the most pathetically trivial of ways. As he grew, he was a laughingstock. He hated himself for not being special. He hated everyone else for being special. He hated God for making it that way. So he decided to change it. Gathering some of the subpowered people who were unhappy with their lot in life, he devised a plan. A boy who was slightly smarter than average began work on a machine. He got it done, eventually. Arter thirty years. And the normal human pushed a button on the machine. The machine did exactly what it was intended to do. Supers began feeling weaker. Subpowereds began feeling stronger. It was like viewing a negative version of a photograph. Everything became reversed. People with average strength retained average strength. People with super strength became frail and sub par in the muscle department. They lost their energy. It didn't go away, of course. Energy can't be destroyed. It simply rushed into the nearest empty vessels. That is, the subpowereds. The girl with the high iron concentration became an indestructible juggernaut, her skin made of steel. The boy who was pale can become invisible at will. The boy who worked on he machine, the one with the above-average intelligence, gained a twelfth level intellect. And the human? The one without even a subpower to enhance? Well, he was he emptiest vessel of all. He got the lion's share of the energy. And because he didn't have a power to enhance, he was enhanced instead. We once called him a name. Bruce, perhaps, or Evan, or John, or Bill, or Bob. Now, if you don't want to die, you call him God. He is everything but omnipotent. He rules Earth with an iron fist. 666 subpowered serve him as kings, queens, and emperors. The others, those that opposed him, were executed. New subpowered babies are taken by the government and killed, so that their power will not threaten Him. He doesn't need more powered humans in his service, he finds the current number quite poetic. And now, the world is dead. The twisted evolution of humanity that started on 12/21/12 has killed our world and our God and replaced it with a new world ruled by a new God. And you find that unacceptable. You are one of the 666. You were foolish, when you joined him. Maybe you were scared by the example set by the four who opposed him. You didn't want to end up like them. Maybe you thirsted for power, and he was offering it to you. Maybe you resented everyone for shunning you when you didn't have super abilities, and now that you you do and they don't, you wanted to grind them under your heel and watch them squirm. Either way, you've realized that this is wrong. You're prepared to band together with like minded members of the 666 and find a way to strip Him of His power, and then crush His skull beneath the heel of your boot. Maybe you wish to create a new pantheon with you and the other 666 as its gods. Maybe you want to return the world to how it was before, and give the power back to those who were born with it. Maybe you want to return it back further, and got back to a simpler time when nobody had powers. Whatever your motives, He stands in your way, and you are going to kill Him.
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Have fun!
They said the world would end on December 21st, 2012. They were right. They just didn't realize it would be a delayed reaction. 12/21/12 was the birth date of Patient Zero. He was born in Kentucky. We don't really remember his name anymore. Just what he could do. Lift cars. Punch through brick walls. Bend reinforced metal like it was rubber. He didn't wear tights or save lives, though. He hid his abilities. Married. Started a family. His son could run upwards of 300 miles per hour. His daughter could fly. He wanted to be a superhero. She wanted to follow her dad's example. He got killed in a fight with some street thugs when he tried to stop a mugging without fully understanding his abilities. She had kids. Both of them had powers. She taught them to keep them hidden. The son was an example to all of them. Don't stick your necks out. They had families. Their children had families. The powers skipped generations. Some had them, some didn't. It's a dominant gene, being a superhero. Heterozygous supers sometimes had normal kids. That family thought it was a mutation, a disease. An isolated event. Now we know it was evolution. In England, a girl was born. She could see through anything. A boy in Japan who could control matter telekinetically. A girl in Africa who could freeze anything with a touch. A boy in Australia who could breathe underwater. They all had families, too. Their children all were super, too. Millennia later, the Earth was a changed place. Everyone was super. Some kids flew to school, then walked through the wall to their classroom by turning intangible. Others ran there faster than sound and then dominated on the wrestling mat with their super strength. Still others breezed through classes by plucking answers out of their teacher's minds. Parents commuted not by car or train, but by teleportation or flight. They used telekinesis instead of cranes in construction. Most people had not just one, but many powers. Some people had enough raw power to destroy galaxies. In the 21st century, nerds sometimes complained Superman was overpowered. Some of these people made him look like a cricket with a broken leg, asthma and heart disease. There were, of course, laws in place to keep these people in check. Ways to neutralize and eliminate them. On the other end of the spectrum, there were those with little power. A girl who had a slightly higher concentration of iron in her bloodstream than normal. A boy who had a paler skin pigmentation than anyone else in his family. These kinds of people were rare, but those who did exist were mocked and ridiculed by their peers and society at large. Who would hire a boy whose average body temperature was 99.6 instead of 98.6 when they could hire a boy that could fly while carrying two tons of material at Mach 2? This was life. Some people were dealt a bad genetic hand. Some accepted it, others were resentful. Luckily, these people - the subpowereds - made up less than .0000001% of the population. Nobody cared about seven hundred individuals in a population of seven billion. That is, nobody cared until now.
Thirty seven years ago, something extraordinary happened. An ordinary baby was born. No powers whatsoever. He was of average strength, speed, intelligence, body chemistry. He could not fly or generate electricity. He was not superhuman in even the most pathetically trivial of ways. As he grew, he was a laughingstock. He hated himself for not being special. He hated everyone else for being special. He hated God for making it that way. So he decided to change it. Gathering some of the subpowered people who were unhappy with their lot in life, he devised a plan. A boy who was slightly smarter than average began work on a machine. He got it done, eventually. Arter thirty years. And the normal human pushed a button on the machine. The machine did exactly what it was intended to do. Supers began feeling weaker. Subpowereds began feeling stronger. It was like viewing a negative version of a photograph. Everything became reversed. People with average strength retained average strength. People with super strength became frail and sub par in the muscle department. They lost their energy. It didn't go away, of course. Energy can't be destroyed. It simply rushed into the nearest empty vessels. That is, the subpowereds. The girl with the high iron concentration became an indestructible juggernaut, her skin made of steel. The boy who was pale can become invisible at will. The boy who worked on he machine, the one with the above-average intelligence, gained a twelfth level intellect. And the human? The one without even a subpower to enhance? Well, he was he emptiest vessel of all. He got the lion's share of the energy. And because he didn't have a power to enhance, he was enhanced instead. We once called him a name. Bruce, perhaps, or Evan, or John, or Bill, or Bob. Now, if you don't want to die, you call him God. He is everything but omnipotent. He rules Earth with an iron fist. 666 subpowered serve him as kings, queens, and emperors. The others, those that opposed him, were executed. New subpowered babies are taken by the government and killed, so that their power will not threaten Him. He doesn't need more powered humans in his service, he finds the current number quite poetic. And now, the world is dead. The twisted evolution of humanity that started on 12/21/12 has killed our world and our God and replaced it with a new world ruled by a new God. And you find that unacceptable. You are one of the 666. You were foolish, when you joined him. Maybe you were scared by the example set by the four who opposed him. You didn't want to end up like them. Maybe you thirsted for power, and he was offering it to you. Maybe you resented everyone for shunning you when you didn't have super abilities, and now that you you do and they don't, you wanted to grind them under your heel and watch them squirm. Either way, you've realized that this is wrong. You're prepared to band together with like minded members of the 666 and find a way to strip Him of His power, and then crush His skull beneath the heel of your boot. Maybe you wish to create a new pantheon with you and the other 666 as its gods. Maybe you want to return the world to how it was before, and give the power back to those who were born with it. Maybe you want to return it back further, and got back to a simpler time when nobody had powers. Whatever your motives, He stands in your way, and you are going to kill Him.
Rules
1. Follow all bmgf rules
2. Glory Blaze and Heroic Sociopath are the GMs. Their ruling is absolute. Here, they are unto gods.
3. Flaming, trolling, godmodding, bunnying, and anything else that is annoying is disallowed.
4. Be active! When you're gone for long periods of time, it's not as fun for is and it's for sure not fun for you to catch up. If you really have to be gone for more than 24 hours, notify someone and let them play your character for that period of time.
5. You only get one character.
6. No killing named NPCs or PCs without GM or player permission, respectively.
7. Everything in the RP must be kept PG-13.
8. Those 'test phrases' are kind of silly. If you're reading this, don't put anything special in your SU, even if I tell you to.
9. We're trying to tell a collaborative story here while having fun as well. It's less of a game than an ad-libbed play. If you have a cool idea, PM it to GB or HS and we'll see if we can work it in.
10. That said, at least try to follow the basic plot. That's what you signed up for, after all!
If you read these, put the word brouhaha in your sign up.
2. Glory Blaze and Heroic Sociopath are the GMs. Their ruling is absolute. Here, they are unto gods.
3. Flaming, trolling, godmodding, bunnying, and anything else that is annoying is disallowed.
4. Be active! When you're gone for long periods of time, it's not as fun for is and it's for sure not fun for you to catch up. If you really have to be gone for more than 24 hours, notify someone and let them play your character for that period of time.
5. You only get one character.
6. No killing named NPCs or PCs without GM or player permission, respectively.
7. Everything in the RP must be kept PG-13.
8. Those 'test phrases' are kind of silly. If you're reading this, don't put anything special in your SU, even if I tell you to.
9. We're trying to tell a collaborative story here while having fun as well. It's less of a game than an ad-libbed play. If you have a cool idea, PM it to GB or HS and we'll see if we can work it in.
10. That said, at least try to follow the basic plot. That's what you signed up for, after all!
If you read these, put the word brouhaha in your sign up.
Sign-Up Sheet
Name: (Simple enough.)
Alias: (Does your character have an alias? Secret identities aren't used in this world, but most of the 666 have cool nicknames hat they call themselves, or that the citizens have bestowed upon them.
Gender: (Simple, again.)
Power: (You only get 1 power and its Required Secondary Powers. [Fire user gets heat resistance, for example] So you could be the Flash, but not Superman. If you want to tell us what the weaker version of the power was before the machine went off, go ahead. Bonus points for you. Be detailed here, describe all the cool things you can do, and also your limitations. You can't do anything in the RP that you didn't explicitly describe here. If HS or GB think you are overpowered, they may ask you to remove abilities or add limitations.)
Appearance: (A picture is good, but not required.)
RP Sample: (5 sentences minimum. Include a demonstration if your power, an Establishing Character Moment, any backstory you want, and a demonstration of your grammatical prowess. Can be as long as you want. I love Walls of Text, so bonus points for those, but you won't be graded down for sticking to 5 sentences.)
Alias: (Does your character have an alias? Secret identities aren't used in this world, but most of the 666 have cool nicknames hat they call themselves, or that the citizens have bestowed upon them.
Gender: (Simple, again.)
Power: (You only get 1 power and its Required Secondary Powers. [Fire user gets heat resistance, for example] So you could be the Flash, but not Superman. If you want to tell us what the weaker version of the power was before the machine went off, go ahead. Bonus points for you. Be detailed here, describe all the cool things you can do, and also your limitations. You can't do anything in the RP that you didn't explicitly describe here. If HS or GB think you are overpowered, they may ask you to remove abilities or add limitations.)
Appearance: (A picture is good, but not required.)
RP Sample: (5 sentences minimum. Include a demonstration if your power, an Establishing Character Moment, any backstory you want, and a demonstration of your grammatical prowess. Can be as long as you want. I love Walls of Text, so bonus points for those, but you won't be graded down for sticking to 5 sentences.)
Have fun!