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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.

flightforfreedom

[ Hi MoMites, it's your resident Poe Dameron here, looking dashing as usual as he sits in his room, carefully painting the livery on a little x-wing model he's built himself.

He looks, well, bored. ]

Alright, everyone.

If someone can tell me a story about something that happened to them that is weirder than anything I've ever lived through, I will buy them a whole evening's worth of drinks. Or food. Or whatever is your fancy.

Don't even bother coming to me with the tame stuff. Trust me. I have seen some things.

[ He leans forward to disconnect the video, then pauses. ]

Oh yeah. Guess my three year Earthversary is in a month, but I'm fucking off to go watch Top Gun 2 when it comes out instead of throwing a party, sorry guys.

[ The feed ends. ]

despicableglee

I've heard it said before that rising temperatures cause flaring tempers... Does that factor into the hijinks of this world?

Hey, veteran residents: What's the forecast for the season?

devilyouknew

[On the screen is a young man with white hair and dark lips. (His fingernails, when they're visible, are just as dark.) He looks like he's headed to a gathering of the goths, dressed all in black. But mostly he looks uncomfortable. Putting himself out on the network like this feels like he's asking for trouble when maybe he should be laying low instead.]

Hey. So... I guess this is what everyone does, right?

[It shouldn't take much. If there's someone here who knows him then all they'll need is a short video. If this place wasn't so completely foreign then he wouldn't even go looking.]

I can't be the only one who feels a little exposed projecting myself to a bunch of strangers, but I guess that isn't stopping me. [Ghouls don't seem to even be a thing here, which has been strange to come to terms with. Revealing that part of himself to everyone here wouldn't be the best of starts, even if it could potentially point him in the direction of... well "friends" might be a strong word. Acquaintances.]

If there's anyone out there I know - we should get in touch.

h2no

so what the fuck is up with that persistent urge to ruin your own life?

heartstings

[ This is all pretty routine by now, Kenzi sitting somewhere in the Red Branch with a drink in hand and maybe Sir Apple, that is the green and pink faerie dragon, curled near her or on her shoulders. She lacks a drink this time but Sir Apple is curled around her shoulders. ]

Right, so, I've brought up this fight club thing a couple times now and totes meant to run it last month but things just kind of got away from me, as they do. But I'm determined to make it happen this month.

And, y'know, I figure after everyone getting their shitty memories leaked all over the place last month some people might be wanting to beat the crap outta someone. So, why not?

Here's the deal, I'm gonna run this thing next week on Saturday evening, starting around seven. If you want in, the deadline is Friday at seven in the evening that way I got time to sort out how the fights will go down. The deal is if you wanna fight you pay thirty dollars and gotta sign a waiver.

Now I know a lotta you are probably thinking about that movie and book and going "But Kenzi Fight Club should be free!" Well, one, fuck that. Two, I'm already breaking the first rule by talking about it so [ she shrugs. ]

This is about blowing off some steam and making some cash. I'm not keeping the fighter entry fee, that's going to the winner.

Now, if you wanna spectate the fee is fifteen dollars and it's a bring your own food and drinks kinda deal 'cuz I ain't got the money to be providing that shit right now.

As I said before, the rules will be gone over before the fight but the big one is don't come expecting to murder your opponent 'cuz we ain't doing that here.

Also, if anyone with healing powers would like to volunteer that’d be great.

myburningsoul

Right! I know memories are floating around and that's pretty concerning! But--

[The camera had been focused on Galo, looking a little singed and shirtless. But there's that fire in his eyes and a manic grin playing on his features--this is the face of a man in his element. He moves the camera behind him, to focus now on a building bursting with pink and green flames.]

Lots of things are up in flames here in Heropa--I heard it might be spreading too. Governors are calling for us imPorts to help out local firefighters but these aren't normal flames. You can't just expect water to douse 'em!

They're from where I'm from, Promare. And they are fiesty.

[He sets his recorder up on a steady surface, whipping out a poster he's somehow had time to make up himself. Where was he hiding it? Why make it at all? Who knows!]

They're living flames so they respond differently. Your best bet is ice, it contains it better. Now--looks like most of these buildings are abandoned, but if we keep letting these things burn, they won't burn out--they'll just find something else. So! You got powers that can help? Come out. You'll find me pretty easy. Just look for the blue-hair and the matoi! [And--yeah, no he made a matoi too, and he's waving it around pretty eagerly.]

despicableglee

Do you suppose this will go on until we've witnessed everyone's physical birth in gruesome detail?

perfectlyhuman

You're in a broken down space station.

The lights are off. There's no one here. The team working the planet observation project were planning their mission to planet Xyrek 5X0 to look for alien life and rock samples to bring back home. One day they started sending distress signals and asking for help, saying space motors were beginning to malfunction. You were sent in for repairs, but because Xyrek 5X0 is so far away, it took you a week to get there. And now there's no one there to greet you.

You stand in a dark hallway, and there's three doors, one in front of you, one to your left, and one to your right. There's one enough power to open one at a time.

The door to your right has a broken OPEN button, but you can probably fix it. The one in front of you looks fine. The one to your left looks like it's stuck on something, so it's a couple of inches off the floor.

What do you do?

magnaificent

[Magnai had heard tales of the technological advancements that the Ironmen had, flashy marvels that held no place among the Xaela. However, this world is not his, nor is the land of Azim, of Nhaama, and thus he finds himself needing to rely on these childish tools.

He cannot begrudge their convenience, he supposes.]

Hearken to me children of the earth, for The Sun speaks and you will listen.

[The video remarkably has Magnai in view, ~~manspreading~~ sitting in a recliner dressed in his usual garb, for those familiar with heropa #004, he's definitely in the living room. Arms crossed over his chest as he stares into the feed with eyes that seem to be lightly glowing around the edges of the irises, while the whites of his are...not white at all, but rather they are black. Not to mention the scales and horns adorning his features. This dude is definitely not human.

Honestly though, the fact he was able to figure out how to use the comm is pretty impressive for a dude who comes from fantasy ancient Mongolia. Of course, what people don't know is it took him messing with the thing for almost an hour (if not longer) to understand how to properly find the video function at all, let alone how to follow the basic prompts to set the thing up, but that's neither here nor there...]

I am Magnai of the Oronir—'twould seem I am alone in such distinction, but it matters not. Whether here or the Steppe, there is but one ruler—one fit to seize and maintain control.

[His otherwise severe expression shifts as he gives the camera an arrogant grin.]

'Tis more a mercy than your ilk deserve, buuuut...I offer this chance to swear fealty to the Sun. Swear to him your body and soul, to serve him unto death, so you may know his glory. Though you are not of scale nor of the sun, you may yet be of use to The Most Radiant.

Those whom refuse me know not their folly, and shall suffer in shadow, never to bask in the grace of the illustrious and noble Sun. Choose wisely, for such generosity is rare indeed, and refusal spares you not of my rule.

afallon

[You're being treated to a close-up of a middle-aged man with a goatee and receding blond hair, blue eyes squinting at the camera in concentration. After a moment, he settles further back.]

Map of the world.

[This evidently does not produce the results he wants, as he frowns and starts to tap at the screen. He lets out a huff.]

Do I have to write it somehow?

deviant_flea

[The camera flashes on to a man with a wicked grin filled to the brim with what one could describe as a twisted delight swept across his face. He’s sitting in a chair as he stares directly into the camera, throwing his arms up in dramatics. Izaya has always been one for the dramatic flair when he’s doing things, especially when addressing his beloved humans he loves so much.]

I see I’ve been sent to such a WONDROUS new place with so many new and exciting things for me to learn of this world. So many from other worlds have come together, oh what fun! So many of you to see! I just love humans SO MUCH! Come now, don’t hesitate, show me who you are! Come show me what you’re all capable of!

[He begins laughing similar to that of a madman as his expression grows more concerning to any who would see it, but then goes quite dark within seconds, showing a more malicious side to it as his laughing stops as quickly as it began.]

I do hope that those of you here don’t disappoint me, I’d hate to find another human to hate more than Shizu-chan. Even uttering his name disgusts me, it would be a shame if he were to show up too, he’d ruin all my fun.

grabtharshammer

[There's a man on the screen who appears to be taking part in a cosplay of some sort, wearing what looks like a prosthetic skullcap with face makeup to match; possibly depicting a reptilian alien right out of some low-budget sci-fi movie. Currently however, he looks extremely distressed, practically shouting into the comm device. Guess who didn't actually read the file on his 'superpowers'?]

I... AM... NOT... LAZARUS!

[There's a pause while he breathes heavily, trying to regain some semblance of control over himself. And then-]

If this is someone's idea of a joke... IT'S NOT FUNNY.

[In case it's not obvious, he adds-]

This is real! It doesn't come off!

Have other actors gotten turned into their characters here, or am I just lucky?

codeoracle

I never really gave a lot of thought to it. I never thought I'd still be here at this point...and back home I was still fifteen--almost sixteen.

[She's just inside the camera's field of vision, off to one side. She's on her bed, leaning against the headboard, a large stuffed narwhal gripped tight to her chest.]

But I'm going to be an adult in nine days. I know it's just some arbitrary thing, that being eighteen doesn't make us any more adult than we were the day before...It's just weird. We--my friends and I--were so focused on the fact that adults we knew being terrible that I never thought about what I'd do as an adult.

How can I be better than the adults I knew? Can I be...?

mofi

u ever think that maybe things have changed
like
ur sme1 important
then u get a reminder
that ur the same old nthn
just a cockroach

detail

How do you reconcile the knowledge you've been here before without actually remembering it? Should I be surprised or concerned? Does anyone remember me?

I suppose I have too many questions and not enough answers. Has anyone dealt with this phenomenon? It seems surreal that, according to this device, I was here for two years before leaving and yet have no memories of this place.

It looks like almost everyone who was missing before is filtering back in. Magic was unable to trace you, so where did you go?

lonered

[So, Keith looks... harried. He's holding it together, but he's also very clearly tense. Now, Keith isn't exactly Mr. Carefree Happy-go-lucky at the best of times, but there is an added seriousness in his expression, even more intensity in the gaze that he fixes on the camera.

And, maybe most telling, he looks worried.]

Shiro is missing.

[He can't say gone. He can't. Not again. Even if he has been told how this place works, knows full well that people come and go. He knows that rationally, but rationality has never really been the ruling concept where Shiro is involved.]

I can't find him anywhere. I can't get him on the comms. He was next to me in bed last night, and then he wasn't. I didn't hear him get out of bed. He just vanished.

[He takes a breath. His voice is mostly level still, threatening to fracture at the edges.]

I know the Porters do things, but...

[He trails off and shakes his head, like he doesn't want to finish. Now, when it turns out that Shiro's port out was very temporary Keith will briefly wonder if he overreacted a bit, but since that hasn't happened yet, he thinks he's being very restrained. Nothing is on fire and he hasn't threatened anyone in the government yet. That's personal growth.]

There has to be someway to know for sure. To do something.

[His frustration bleeds through on the last word, down to the clenched fists that he forces open to reach out and turn off the video.]

despicableglee

[each paragraph string comes in its own posted chunk! because why have ONE post of thoughts when u could have like TWENTY all at once!]

What a fascinating read this "extended use" network instruction manual is! A mental connection, instantaneous interface with a network spanning hundreds? How convenient! Were I to be in a pinch or otherwise incapable of using a device, I simply THINK to share my thoughts with the network at-large and it happens!

Goodness, what if I just continue to will my thoughts outward like this all day? Surely a device with the sophistication to transmit THOUGHTS would have some ability to discern when it becomes just nonsense or stream-of-consciousness, yes?

Then again, many of those wonderful voice-recognition devices I've seen being flaunted about have limitations themselves! I wonder if it's worth testing.

Perhaps I ought to just spend the day thinking about how nice it would be to share my entire experience with those connected to this device. Like how--

Ooh! Would you look at that! Is there nothing in this world that hasn't been deep fried and sold in bulk? Fascinating! And for such meager coin! This place really isn't lacking for much.

What was I getting crunchy things for again? Oh, right! Chewing DIRECTLY into a speaking device? Goodness, some people have weird needs. Oh, well. Who am I to refuse? I'm sure there are even odder things to hear in the day than a guy crunching away on some deep fried butter.

My, my. That lady certainly has it in for those tiny burritos, doesn't she? I wonder if they're all that great to have to stock up en masse like that. One would think a person be more pleasant with such an abundance instead of shooting dirty looks around like that!

I wonder if anyone has lost a limb in this store; I bet one could get away with stuffing a finger or toe in one of these freezers and no one would be the wiser. It'd look like one of these "corn dogs," in fact!

...These aren't even remotely made of corn. OR dog! Weird!

bookshopped

I'd very much appreciate your input, if you have a moment. I suppose I'm taking a bit of a survey of sorts, on a fairly important and time sensitive matter.

[The angel, as ever, is dressed like he doesn't have much use for anything beyond the nineteen fifties or so, though he's traded in his usual coat for a comfier sweater since he's home -- a sort of celestial Mr. Rogers routine, though he wouldn't understand that reference.

Anyway, he looks quite serious as he gets to the heart of the matter.]

Here we go then:

Would it be in bad taste to gift one's fiance something snakeskin, when said fiance is -- from time to time, as the mood takes him -- himself a snake?

I can't decide if it's fitting or vaguely horrifying.

[...and that's the post.]

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