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WILL YOU HELP SAVE THE WORLD?

Mask or Menace is a panfandom urban 'superhero' genre DWRP game, where heroes, villains, and everyone in between seek to survive and thrive in a world loosely parallel to our own.

h2no

Yo, so these powers are crazy and all that shit, some of them suck, some of them are fun and helpful. We know all this.

[archie rubs his beard, holding a hand up. a soft, pastel rainbow glow surrounds it.]

What's your favourite way to use your powers? Somethin' that probably wasn't the intended use, specifically. I can use this as a sweet rainbow light in the dark, if I want! My other stuff is breathing underwater, which only goes so far. Or maybe I'm just not thinking outside the box enough...

[he snorts, shaking his head.]

Let me know! What's the point of havin' these things if we ain't gonna do crazy shit with 'em, huh? [he reaches towards the camera, then pauses.] Ah-- this light thing is a healing power, so let me know if you need it? I'll do anything from paper cuts and headaches to, uh... life-threatening stuff, I guess. It works on animals as well, if you have a sick pet. Can't regrow limbs, though. Sorry. Gimme a shout!

accelerate

UN: FLASH

[ for the first time since his arrival, the flash graces the network at lunchtime. it's a good thing this isn't paper-based. there'd be crumbs everywhere ... as well as ketchup and a soft drink stain. the flash may be the fastest man alive, but he's still a klutz. ]

ROGUES WANTED

SEEKING: ROGUES SPECIALIZING IN COLD, HEAT, BAD JOKES, MUSIC* TO KEEP THE FLASH ON HIS TOES AND IN FIT CONDITION FOR COLD, HEATWAVE, TRICKSTER, AND PIPER TO RETURN.

MUST HAVE: GREAT SENSES OF HUMOR, ABILITY TO ACCEPT PEP TALKS, ABILITY TO GIVE PEP TALKS, AND ROGUES WHO ARE COMFORTABLE COMING OVER FOR CHRISTMAS AND BIRTHDAY CELEBRATIONS

THINK YOU HAVE WHAT IT TAKES TO BE A ROGUE? LET US KNOW NOW! AND BY US I MEAN JUST THE FLASH

NAME:

GENERATION:

TOP 5 SKILLS

TOP 5 WEAKNESSES

HAVE YOU EVER BEEN THE "ENEMY"** OF A "HERO"*** BEFORE?

FAVORITE BEYONCE SONG?

WHICH SPICE GIRL ARE YOU MORE LIKE?

HOBBIES?

ARE YOU USEFUL AT RELOCATING MEMORIES? ASKING FOR A FRIEND:

* THE FLASH HAS LOST ALL OF HIS ROGUES :'( I LOVE YOU GUYS
** ENEMY IS DEFINED AS SOMEONE WHO LIKES TO PULL THE METAPHORICAL PIGTAILS OF THE FLASH, NOT SOMEONE WHO IS TRULY AN ENEMY OR A BAD PERSON
*** HERO IS DEFINED AS SOMEONE WHO THE ROGUES THINK OF AS A HERO, NOT SOMEONE WHO IS BETTER THAN ANYONE ELSE

[ if you want to apply, fill in this easy-to-fill in form:

please note that acceptance as a rogue doesn't guarantee you will be invited to his vip beyonce concert tour. this right is reserved for iris west-allen and his original rogues ... ]

doitforthevibe

[ The video opens on a Heropa sidewalk, showing a pair of feet walking, and in front of them, a chinchilla in a plastic hamster ball rolling along intently. He's a rodent on a mission. Cisco's voice comes on after a minute, sounding a little aggravated. ]

This guy has got to be the smartest, mossy determined chinchilla ever. He lets himself out of his cage, climbs into his ball, and rolls out of my house, down the sidewalk, and away. He's tried this escape plan three times so far so now I'm just humoring him and following to see where he's trying to go.

[ The hamster ball rolls off the sidewalk into the street and Cisco follows at a run, reaching down to pick it up. ]

Francisco! What did I tell you!? Cars aren't gonna stop for you!

[ Yes, the chinchilla has the same name as him. Cisco waits for the walk signal before carrying the ball across the street, placing it down carefully on the other side. Immediately, the chinchilla takes off at a run down the sidewalk. ]

So, I guess, uh, if anyone here has any experience in dealing with hyper-intelligent pets, a little advice would be appreciated.

[ Finally, the ball stops rolling, having reached its apparent destination: the Heropa Individual Housing apartments. The chinchilla pokes his head out, sniffing the air curiously. Cisco sighs audibly. ]

This is where you've been wanting to go? Buddy, I told you... Piper went home. He's not here anymore.

[ He reaches down to pick up the hamster ball again for the long walk home, and ends the recording. ]

accelerate

[ in a bid to try and remember the memories he has lost to flashpoint — a realisation our fast hero hasn't had yet — barry turns to the realm of fandom. what better way to jog his memory than to write some fic? isn't that what the therapists told a young bartholomew allen? (he doesn't know. this isn't his first piece of memory fan fiction.) ]

[ this graces the network in the middle of the night. ]

UN: BEARY

The air crackles with golden electricity. Slick with ice is the street the Flash skids along, easily pulling himself to a confident standing position despite the ice on his shoes and the slightly poor finish to his run.

Captain Cold stands before him, Cold Gun in hand. His parka covers most of his face, and his goggles are as blue as the fabric. "Hello, Flash," he purrs.

"Captain Cold," the Flash says, a little respectively. "What brings you out so late?"

Captain Cold almost shrugs. "I was bored," he drawls. "The nighttime circuit around here isn't as fun as it used to be."

"You can blame your friends for that," says the Flash. He stand with his hands on his skinny hips, face a blur when the captain studies him.

Captain Cold's lips twist. "Want to have some fun, Flash?"

The Flash shakes his head. "No thanks. I've had enough fun for today."

"Oh well," Captain Cold almost pouts. "Save a dance for me next time. I've got my best dancing shoes on."

"And best dance floor," The Flash nods toward the thin layer of ice on the street.

It's now Captain Cold shrugs. "Call it practice. Giving to the poor what they want."

"And what's that?"

"I'll tell you later," he smirks. "During our next dance."

The Flash doesn't look displeased. Glancing at the Cold Gun and then back at Captain Cold, he nods his head, knowing that this is it.

"See you around, Captain." The Flash doesn't take off immediately, glancing at the Rogue who is almost like a friend. With another respectful nod, he's zipping along the street, a little clumsily on the thin ice as he disappears into the night.

Captain Cold watches him go with a little smile.

vanto

[Eli looks at the camera, rubs his neck trying not to feel so awkward.]

After a few things, I've been thinking about relationships. [pause] Romantic ones. They're important, I get that.

But why — [He looks a little bit frustrated.] — do I have to answer my marital status if I want to get one of those shopping points cards. You know those ones where you gather five stars or whatever and you get a free drink.

[He waves a piece of paper that has been partially filled out. One of the questions is a 'tick the right box' choice with the following labels: single, dating, married, divorced.]

Do they really need to know these things?

doitforthevibe

[ When Cisco appears on screen, he's idly spinning back and forth in his desk chair at his garage workshop in Heropa. The desks and tables in the background are cluttered with various half-built projects. ]

I have, through some self-reflection-- and yes, a little gentle prompting from friends-- come to the conclusion that I need a hobby. Bad.

[ Between running his own tech firm, working with the Justice League, and volunteering to provide IT Services to Iris' clinic... he's been a little stretched thin. ]

SO! I've decided to run a good, old fashioned tabletop RPG. This world doesn't have D&D or Pathfinder, but there's a game called Magic & Mayhem that seems to be pretty much the same thing. It's been a while since I DM'ed, but I'm sure I can pick it up again no problem. All I need is players.

So if anyone is interested in rolling some dice and going on some roleplay adventures, hit me up! You can make up your own characters, or there are character presets based on some imPorts available.

[ He includes a link. ]

Or, if you want to create a character from scratch but are having a hard time deciding what race or class you should be, try this survey! [ Another link. ]

I'm thinking weekend afternoons for runtime, probably starting at level 1 and working our way up to being a party of seasoned adventurers. Let me know if you have any questions, I'm open to first timers and old hats alike!

deadkord

[ Today the network is greeted with a video from inside the Hall of Justice. Only it's of Ted's work station, so no one outside the League would necessarily recognize it as such. But that's fine, as he's unmasked (save for a pair of goggles pushed up into his hair) and this has nothing to do with the League anyway. In the background, a football shaped gold robot is hovering in mid-air.]

Hello imPorts! I figure the beginning of the month is as good a time as any for something like this, now that the Porter is up and working and churning in new folks at its usual rate. Welcome, new arrivals, and all that. Sorry about and/or congratulations on your fun possibly-new powers, depending on your situation.

My name's Ted, and this is my accomplice, business partner, and glorified PDA, Skeets! And we're looking for people with experience working with or developing robotics and advanced AI. We're putting together an R&D team for an exciting new venture: Blue and Gold Robotics!

[ Skeets nods, with his whole body, admittedly, and chimes in. ]

Don’t judge Mr. Kord’s demeanor -- he’s an expert.

An accomplished expert! Look it up, I already had a huge tech release here! Don't be judgey, Skeets, it's not helping our image.

Sorry, sir. I was merely trying to help. Please go on.

Anyway, as I was saying! We're talent scouting, and hoping to be fully in operation by the start of next month. Our labs are located in downtown De Chima, or will be once we're officially open for business.

We know there’s quite a lot of talented imports. Quite a few of you responded when I brought the subject of robotics up previously on the Network. Mr. Kord here can take that interest and turn it into a viable reality.

In fact, I’m a Kord Industries product myself, albeit some years into the future.

...Wait, really?

[ And with that, the video disconnects. ]

(blue = ted, courier-robospeak = skeets)

lastofthebog

Are there really people out there able to read this? I still find that difficult to believe, but even so... I suppose I just need to have a little faith.

In any case, I'm hoping that someone will have some good suggestions for me. I'd like to learn more about this world. It's like nothing I've ever seen before. The kind of place that it's hard to picture anyone even dreaming up, but here it is!

I've already given up on the idea that this is some fever dream, so I'd like to know where the best libraries this world has to offer are. A school would do too. If there are any willing to take on a student at my age, that is.

[There's a pause of a few minutes before she replies to her own post with another comment.]

And if you don't know anything about this world either, you can tell me about your own instead.

craftpunk

I have some important questions.

( this is an important poll )

Anyone else feeling a little extra powerful, lately?

shutterbugged

Here's a question for my fellow long-timers, and medium-timers too: has living in this universe changed you? Whether it's through experiences, culture, the people you've met -- do you think you're fundamentally different, on a scale small or large, from the person you would've been if you'd never been grabbed by the Porter? And if the answer's yes, how does that change make you feel?

I just realized today at lunch that I like meat in jello now and I am horrified and ashamed of myself.

corkscrewed

1) Hello everyone! My name is Martin, and I'm very much looking forward to meeting all of you! I live in London (or lived, I guess? I'm in Nonah now, which is lovely, too.) Not "this" London, obviously, but I imagine it's similar enough. (You should let me know if you're from there, too, I'd love to have a chat.) This is all pretty exciting, isn't it? Always thought it'd be fun to visit America, but I didn't really imagine it happening like this.

2) If you were a dog, what kind would you be and why? (Corollary: If you really buy into the 'multiverse' thing, it really stands to reason that there's some world out there where we're all dogs, right? That's what I choose to believe, at least.)

fehus

hey. two things:

1. where do unsettled imPorts go to get their non-standard gear? trying search terms like "Big Al's Wild'N'Crazy Battle Boy Emporium" is bringing me to some cool sites (did you guys know there's a developing roomba ultimate fighting ring in MF?) but not the ones i'm actually looking for. thanks.

2. what would you do with your last day on whatever-non-specific-planet-or-plane-of-existence you came from? inquiring battle boys want to know, i guess.

EDIT: a third thing 3. where are there chocolate fountains?

socialactivillain

I need a list of about 80 or 90 pet names, if anybody has any suggestions.

Alternatively, I'm taking opinions on when it's not worth it to try to name individual animals anymore, and just refer to them as a collective.

magnitudes

( The scene:
Sarissa, with what looks like twisted up kitchen roll shoved up each nostril, the paper bloody. Her nose is puffy, bruised, the skin across the bridge of it and around her eyes looking almost purple, but it hasn’t bowed to either side.

Underneath said tragedy, Sarissa’s mouth is tugged in a wide smile. )

Fuckin’ oath, mates. My sister clocked me good. Can you see this?

( The camera is waved around, to get different angles of her poor nose. ) Bloody legend. I was worried she’d be useless at self-defence, but I take back everything. And she’s driving me to A n’ E.

( She’s in a car, by the way. A nice one. The seats are a deep red leather, and in the driver's seat but considerably less jovial is Sarah. She turns the camera to actually get a shot of Sarah for a couple of seconds before twisting the camera away again. )

It was an accident, we’re good and golden. Lesson learned, but, don’t try to tickle attack Saroula when she’s groggy.

( A sniff, and she makes a little “ow” sort of face that is more comical than sincere. )

Anyway, just wanted to say we’re gonna have a big fuck off barbie at ours, soon. Last part of the summer— or uh, first part of the autumn? And if you happen to also have a homicidal ex-boyfriend who has been ported out for more than a month, then you get to receive a special prize. Like, I dunno. You can take home the bouncy castle, or something. Everyone’s invited, unless I don’t like you, but if you ain’t sure and you got a seal of approval from one of the girls, then you’re good. But everyone bring some food or something, ‘cause I ain’t cooking endless bloody mountains of food when I don’t know how many people are turning up. For one, I'm cheap, and for two, I'm lazy.

( Another little sniff, and Sarissa looks across at Sarah. Dramatically: ) Do you reckon I can still get away with serenadin’ myself in the mirror? You’re beeeeautiful—

( That might just be Sarah’s hand reaching over to try and knock Sarissa’s device out of her hand. )

No, Sarah, you broke my nose, you get to listen to me sing James bloody Blunt, that’s the rules. Maybe Snow Patrol, okay, or Shania, that’s my compromise.

twatter

[ And we're live. The Technical Boy is seated on his bed in his room, communicator in one hand and the newest uPhone in the other, distractedly playing one of those mindnumbing mobile games. Every once in a while, the sound effects chirp, chime and serve as background music. His room's been redecorated in geometric decor and a roomba goes zooming by on the floor. ]

24.45 hours studying this network. And I'm bored.

[ Implied: You're boring. ]

You guys are practically gods. Granted, that's a lowercase G. But still. Your power here goes unmatched and all you can do is sit around talking about restaurant recommendations and dating sims? How about we have some real talk.

[ His thumb blurs over the screen of his uPhone, taking just a minute to beat the level with an air of superiority. Everyone can wait for him to make his proposal because he's definitely more important. And once the victory fanfare sounds, he tosses the phone to the side -- for the first time giving his full attention to the camera. ]

You're the old models. The old generation of imPorts who are just waiting to be made anew. So here's where I come in.

[ A beat. A smirk. A drag off of his vape pen. ]

Let's talk Upgrades.

h2no

[ though may is the first thing that can be seen on the feed, it’s the sound of a high-pitched yipping that comes before she can speak. only a moment later, a small, gray puppy can be seen sniffing and investigating the camera. may giggles, picking up the dog(?) and plopping it in her lap. ]

C’mon, settle down a little. You’re gonna be getting a new brother or sister soon!

( puppers!!! )

hellene

Hello? Is this meant to be spoken into? There is no circular apparatus by which to dial a number—

Ah. The light says "recording." Good. I have a question: which of these cities is most in need of help? Eventually I'll see to all, but those most in need should be helped first. I've heard gossip on the street while strolling of riots, blackouts and a shortage of food. Is that everywhere, or simply in the place called De Chima?

( Diana repeats this messages in a dozen different languages, just in case. There's a long pause afterward, and then she says quietly: )

Peace seems to elude this world. I must wonder if he survived.

( He being her half-brother, of course. Though she doesn't elaborate. )

vidiocracy

[There is a boy on screen. A teenage boy. A small teenage boy. His hair spikes straight up in the air, but he somehow has also crammed a baseball cap on it. He has various electronic devices clipped to lanyards he is wearing, or simply strapped to his body. He is wearing finger-less gloves. He is obviously extremely cool. You can tell by how bored he looks.]

Hey. Hello-o. Whoever you are?

[He is also standing in front of a police car. And a police officer, who looks mildly annoyed and slightly confused. Even as the boy broadcasts on his communicator, his fingers tap tap tap on another one of his devices. He doesn't even have to look at it.]

This game, or whatever? Sucks. One: it's totally boring. I took this cop car, and I didn't even get any bonus points, I just got this guy-

[He jerks his head in the cop's direction.]

-telling me I can't take a cop car. Uh. Obviously I can, duh, and if I wasn't supposed to, why did you program it in? Two: if I'm playing army hero, where's my gun, huh? All I got was this iPhone knock off that doesn't shoot squat, and some boring car cutscene. Two: kidnapping people for your immersive gaming experience is stupid, and if you thought you'd get publicity by using me, the joke's on you. Mike Teavee is nobody's click-bait, and I can't even log onto twitter and live tweet about how dumb this is. Hashtag: fail. Hashtag: you. Hashtag: you fail. And if my mom said you could do this to me... If it was after 5pm, her consent is dubious, at best. And two: I'm over it, so send me home. Not through your fake-news teleporter. That's not what they feel like. I would know. Just call my mom...and...have her...th-...

[His eyes have wandered to his tablet screen. His voice trails off, his attention on whatever game he's playing there, oblivious to the fact that his communicator is still on, and that there is an actual world around him. And then, without looking up:]

But I'll take more fake tattoos if you have any better ones.

buile

tits
tit pictures
blonde girl tits
american tits
( what do you mean this isn't the google function )

picksthenames

[ Cisco is trying his best to put his best foot forward with this advertisement, so he's going out of his way to actually capitalize words and use proper punctuation. Be proud of him. ]

Ladies and Gentlemen of the ImPort community, my name is Cisco Ramon, and I'm here to offer my services to you. The Porter brings us here, gives powers to those of us who don't already have them, and the Government wants us to use those powers to fight crime as heroes. For some people, that's just another Tuesday. But there's a whole subsection of the ImPort community that doesn't come with pre-made costumes or alternate identities.

Ramon Tech is here to help.

Back home, I outfitted Central City's heroes with the clothes and tech they needed to fight criminal metahumans. We're talking the Flash, Kid Flash, Jesse Quick, Vibe, and others. My tech has made it to other cities, times, and alternate Earths. But you don't have to take my word for it. I have examples of my work to show you:

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Feel free to contact me here or via my personal line. All client identities are kept confidential. I'd be happy to answer any questions you might have, or set up a time for us to meet in person.

Thank you for your time. 🖖

MASK OR MENACE

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