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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.

enustari

[Here's a face that hasn't been seen on the network in a while—at least, not outside the occasional comment section. Elsa much prefers to speak face-to-face, but this is the best way to reach the imPort community at large, and so here she is.]

All right, I'm fucking bored.

[Solid opener.]

In my world, I was a Fabricator—I still am, but I know that means jack shit to you people. So here's the simple version- I can do just about any kind of magic you can think of, and what's more, I can bind it into objects.

If you have an interesting enough request, I will do this for you. Or you can just pay me. I accept good old US currency, of course, and some trades of goods or services. Make me an offer.

[Any commissions she gets will have to be put on hold once she gets abducted by the Russians, but OH WELL.]

shuckit

So, Eating Day.

[ this is important. this is the most important post he has ever made, okay? so important that he's making it from the cheeseburger bed he lives in at La Casa Ludgate-Graham. ]

I mean, Thanksgiving, right? The one where everyone makes shuck-tons of food and then spends all day stuffing their face?

[ #amnesiac problems. that, and, no one really had a lot to celebrate in the world he came from, so it wasn't really a topic that came up while, you know, hordes of cranks were swarming. ]

What's that about? Besides eating. If it's just about eating, that's fine, that's great, actually. [ says the kid happily sitting in a giant cheeseburger ] But I keep seeing klunk with turkeys and little people in weird hats and black shorts and I figure I shouldn't just go around stupid to the whole thing.

[ it's been a year. he's only saying this now. ]

Anyway, besides that, is anyone doing something for it? Last year there were a lot of different parties, and the city did a thing too, I think? Seemed like a pretty cool holiday.

[ about to sign off, but something else occurs to him, and he adds on: ] Also, anyone know how to go about getting a name change here?

lackey

[Mike's first audio network post is a little noisy: there's a busy road somewhere near him and, every once in a while, a small-sounding dog barks.]

Lost another month, last month. Hear 'bout that happenin' a lot. Good thing, though. If you didn't know it was happenin' to other people, too, might start thinkin' that you were goin' nuts. Or that the government was screwin' with you. Or that you got abducted by aliens... After gettin' abducted by the god machine. That'd be somethin'.

Anyway.

I was gonna ask what happened last month, but I figured I could just guess what happened. So, guessin' now.

[He clears his throat, coughs lightly.]

Last month! October? Starts out real quiet, just like it is now. Then, around the middle of the month, the Russians show up. I mean, show up. Like in boats. You ever see that movie with the guys? The guys wearin' short shorts and capes? There were like 200 or 400 of 'em or something. But in the movie, the big enemy army all showed up in boats. The guys look out at the ocean and it's like shit, that's a lot of boats. That's how it was last month. With the Russians.

Then there's a big battle, right? US soldiers and heroes versus Russians. And it lasts like a week? No, two weeks. Two weeks for sure. Total bloodbath. People dyin' all over. The soldiers and you heroes are puttin' up one hell of a fight, but the Russians keep comin'. There's just so many of 'em and it turns out they've got those power-blockin' things?

By the end of the month, they're winnin'. They're winnin' and they're about to take over.

[A pause for effect.]

Why don't they? 'Cause a hero stops 'em. He gets clear of their uh... blockin' things... And this hero has like... You ever see that other movie about the guy with the, uh... knife thing? Full of sand? Magic sand? And that guy could rewind time with his magic sand knife? That's what this hero did. Except like a power instead of a knife. Or maybe he had that knife? Or a similar knife? Don't know if the movie was based on a true story or not. Probably not. Sometimes they do that, they tell you it's based on a true story and they're lyin'...

But yeah. That's my guess. Which means it's not November now, it's still October, and you guys probably only have a couple days before the Russians show up again? Kinda sucks, if I'm right. I'd keep an eye out for those boats if I were you.

infomodder

( cut for hannibal season 3/series end spoilers for any concerned with that! )

kingpawn

[ So even though the feed opens up, Walt doesn't talk for a moment or so. There's a sharp inhale and it's accompanied by a piteous cough. And then after a couple minute pause, he starts talking -- sounding rather relaxed. ]

Today was my birthday.

[ A beat. Nonchalant. ]

But it's also my death anniversary. How many people can say that? Their life came a full and complete circle, starting and ending all on the same day? I mean, what are the chances? Pretty crazy, that.

[ Another brief pause. Another follow up cough. When he speaks, his voice is a little strained. ]

I mean like, this whole world. What an insane concept, right? To think that our own individual worlds are just this tiny fraction of all the different worlds out there -- some with crazy powers or vampires or Satan. We have Satan. Does anyone ever stop to think about that? How Satan has a TV show? I mean, I guess...what a better way to say welcome to hell than Satan with his own TV show. I've never actually watched it, mind. But I imagine it probably involves burning people alive.

But following that thought -- I still think this place is hell. I mean, I can't be the only dead guy walking here, can I? And it's definitely not heaven. My therapist called it purgatory once.

[ A beat. ]

Purgatory is kind of accurate. Sometimes he knows what he's talking about. All of us just sitting here and waiting -- to either go home and die for good or to do whatever it is we do here. I mean, we can't die. There's a definite statistical likelihood that we come back to life if we get killed, so do we age? I'm 53 today, but am I not really 53? Am I eternally 52 until I die again? Do I die again? Or do I just live an endless loop of my life -- dying, coming here, dying coming here until some otherworldly being makes up their mind?

Maybe that's what Satan's show is about. Collecting as many of us that belong in hell and dragging us back with him. That's a pretty morbid thought, isn't it?

[ So why is Walt laughing. Why is Walt laughing like it's the most hilarious thing in the world? Why is he laughing at all? What was he laughing at again?

The laughter dies. ]

What was I talking about again? [ But it's lost. ] Anyway, I just want to know. Is there anyone else out there who died? Bonus if you died on your birthday. Might be good to talk about it. Therapeutic. And I'm here to listen. We can talk here or in person. If anyone wants to go with me to get birthdeath day breakfast for dinner, that could be a thing. That we do.

debauchewy

[Ah, when was the last time he posted to this thing- it feels like ages, though it's only been a month or so, how interesting, time does fly here despite being dreadfully idle during a majority of it. And if he recalls, he wasn't even playing 'himself' really in his last message here, more just to pass the time. Of course this new post he plans will be nothing but nonsense--

or seem it anyway.]

[You can tell a lot about someone by what they have to say after all, especially during games.]

[The video shows what appear to be legs and feet. The camera stares down the legs of his white harem pants and shows his feet, crossed at the ankles up on some chair beside him, in atlantic blue high heels. Hisoka seems to be at some cafe, there's a rather pink looking tea cup at his side on a table.]

Let's play a game, shall we? I'm sure many of us looking at the network for now have nothing better to do. Have you ever played 'Would You Rather?' It relies on creativity and a degree of forethought. [And can be a lot more indepth and profound than one might think. Or so he hopes it will be.]

You create two situations and ask which someone would prefer. Shall I start? Perhaps something simple to get our feet wet.

[His legs uncross, and cross in the opposite way, a hand with bright, long, clawed nails appears and picks up the cup for a moment before setting it back down.]

Would you rather- to lose a hand forever or a foot forever?

textualhealing

[It's video time with Jeff! Why can't he just do text like normal people, you ask? Because then the world wouldn't be able to see his beautiful face, duh. He's at his desk, lounging like a pro with a full glass of scotch held at eye line, managing to look somewhat thoughtful as he keeps his narrowed eyes on the alcohol before him.]

I went home like a month ago. Did one of those away for a day, lived a year things. Kinda makes you wonder what game the Porter's playing with crap like that, some weird ass brand of temptation and torture all in one.

So, real talk here, imPorts... If we all got told they didn't want us any more, that we got 24 hours to decide whether to go home or stay here forever, what would you do? Is what you built up here enough to keep you? Or are you just gonna be counting down the hours to get back and see those you left behind?

Pretty deep stuff, huh?

[He finally looks to the camera, just starting to reach to turn it off, before...]

Oh! And uh, season one of my show is drawing to a close soon. I know you've all been watching it avidly. Gotta start considering my options for next season, so wanna guest star? Got ideas? Wanna be in the crew? Hit me up. Time to make season two even better than the first. [And he's out, with a final, winning smile.]

tucky

I been doing some thinking, and I've decided - I ain't going to the swear-ins no more. Or any of them big group parties, especially the ones that are gonna be on TV.

[Two attacks in a row - and she does consider the power outage at the hotel to have been an attack of some sort - is two attacks too many, in her mind. She's near-convinced that something bigger and worse is going to happen at the next event.]

I just wanna be a healer. I don't wanna be in a war. I don't wanna get bombed or gassed or nothing. So I'm gonna stop going. I'm not gonna get in trouble for that, right? I mean, I wanna stay registered. Does the government kick you out if you stop showing up to their stuff? 'Cause I don't want that, either. I want...

... I don't know.

[She wants someone to tell her what to do.]

( private to Eggsy )

infomodder

Since it seems as though Kate Bishop has left us, I've gone ahead and drawn up a copy of her FAQ. You can now find it here. Considering she clearly put effort into making and keeping track of this, it's not something I'm prepared to let to go to waste. In the same vein as when she first shared this, if you think I left out something important, let me know so it can be added. Comments, questions, or remarks are welcome.

[not really but it pays to be polite]

shiniestmeatbicycle

[Krieg doesn't really know how to communicate with anyone - and ordinarily, that suits him just fine. After the swear-in, however, things are so quiet, too quiet...even he, far gone as he is, can tell that something is wrong. He needs an ally.

And so he turns to the comm system, struggling and twitching to bring across his point. To him, communicating is already like speaking a language he doesn't understand any longer...but now, he's doing it without even the whispers of an interpreter.

He still doesn't quite have the hang of video, so instead he goes with text.]

SMOKE AND PURPLE BURNING BROKE THE SKY BROKE THE DAM OPEN BROKE HIM OPEN QUIET TOO QUIET NOW IF EGGPLANTS HAD LUNGS THEY WOULDN'T EVEN SCREAM SPINAL TAPS AND DRIPPY BAGS HES BURIED UNDER THE TEARDUCTS CAN THE HOUSE SHOW ME MERCY TALK ABOUT THE GOSSIP AROUND THE WATERCOOLER THE NEXT DAY ABSENT ABSENT BAD MARKS FOR TARDINESS SONNY JUST WAIT UNTIL YOUR PARENT TEACHER CONFERENCE OOOOOOH YOU ARE IN TROUBLE WAIT UNTIL YOUR MOTHER GETS HOME YOUR MOTHER WITH NEVER GET HOME SHE WILL NEVER GET HOME THAT HURTS DOESNT IT IT REALLY SMARTS SOMEWHERE IN THE RIBS AND THE SKULL THE SKULL CAME APART AND LOOSED THE BLOOD UNPINNED UNLEASHED MADE IT GO AWAY BULLETS AND GUNSHOTS REMEMBER BACK IN THE DAY THINGS WERE SO DIFFERENT YOU COULD BUY A HARMONICA FOR A FEMUR AND IT DIDN'T EVEN MISS LIKE A HYPERION GUN IM A HYPERION GUN HAVE TO SHOOT A LOT BEFORE I CAN HIT RIGHT JUST KEEP SHOOTING KRIEG JUST KEEP SHOOTING UNTIL THEY KNOW SOMEONE WILL KNOW ALL THE COLORS OF THE WIND AND THE RAIN AND THE SLAUGHTERHOUSE REDS AND REDS AND REDS AND SILVERS AND TUBES AND SLAG HES BURIED BURIED BURIED LOUD BUT QUIET MAKE IT STOP MAKE IT GO GREEN LIGHT GREEN LIGHT CATCH A RIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIDE MAN THE TURRET SPLIT THE TORSO SPILL THE SPLEEN AND THE VOICE PLEASE SPILL THE VOICE KEEP SHOOTING KRIEG LIKE A HYPERION GUN KEEP SHOOTING

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lackey

hey ppl . ppl i kno & ppl i dont kno. havnt said hey 2 evrybody in a long time. sry bout that. rly should say hey more ofen. just dont usualy have anything else 2 say u kno ? like u cant just b like

hey

& then put that on the net

ppld b like wat ?
cant just say hey dude
gotta say sumthin else

&thats my prob. nuthin else 2 say. xcept 2day ! 2day ive been here 1 yr. 1 yr minus 1 month. hopin i dont lose dec this yr. i like dec. gonna b my kids 1st bday in dec. still dont kno if kids a boy or girl. if gov decides 2 give xmas presents 2 imports mayb they could send sum info getin god machene 2 my world 4 me. get that info. a dads gotta kno u kno. but id setl 4 just getin 2 see dec. not picky.

anyway other stuff. lost my phone thing 4 a wile there. thoght sumbody stole it. but then i found it undr my new bed. doesnt mean it wasnt stoln. sumbody or sumbodys like a group of ppl ( & im not sayin the gov i mean more like a bunch of rusians go usa ) coulda taken it & checkd whats on it & then put it back. mayb a group of ppl do that w / all the phone things. wile ur sleepin or w / ur girl or guy or w /e . ( im still sayin rusians not gov ) ( rly sneeky rusians )

guess thats all 4 now. nice 2 meet u newer not here 4 1 yr minus 1 month ppl. im mike. i kno it says that on my mesages but i still like sayin it.

And to keep people from thinking my brain is quitting on me here is me typing normal and using the spell checker.

( takes 4ever 2 txt like that )

tucky

Okay, I got a question - why's there so many kids here? You can't turn a corner without running into an imPort kid.

[This... may be a slight exaggeration. It almost does feel that way to Tiffany, though; she came through the Porter from a totally kid-less environment. She'd seen child visitors to the prison in passing, but hadn't interacted with one in years until coming here - and that's not even touching on her own vague Kid Issues, which are currently heightened after her conversation with Jesse about her past.]

I mean, it just seems kinda cruel, you know? Porting in a bunch of kids without anyone to look after 'em. I mean, unless the people here are meant to look after 'em, but come on. How many of us are the type? And I know I would've missed my mama something fierce if I was taken to a whole new world when I was little; some weird fucking stranger wouldn't've cut it.

... Hell, I don't know. Maybe I'm wrong; I could be wrong. Never really knew what to do with kids myself, so it ain't like I know how they think - how y'all think.

So never mind, maybe.

kingpawn

[ The video feed starts with Walt in a room in his Heropa home, an open box on the bed filled with Kaylee's things -- coveralls neatly folded and tucked inside, wrenches and other tools laid delicately on top...the whole process seems exceedingly painful for him as with each item he pulls out of the closet, the efforts become slow and labored. ]

I don't know who knew Kaylee Frye. If you didn't, you should have. I've never met anyone so genuinely cheerful and kind. She was the sunshine in this dark, cloudy world.

[ There's a very sad, forlorn smile. This feels more like a funeral, like saying goodbye to someone who passed away. And in some cases it's worse -- them vanishing to another universe, never to remember their time here, never to be seen again. ]

She helped me when she didn't have to. She cared when she shouldn't have. She took care of me when I couldn't take care of myself. And what did she expect in return? Nothing.

[ With a long pause, it's very clear Walt is trying to maintain his composure. A breath in and a breath out. ]

I hoped I was wrong. I hoped to god I was wrong. That her disappearance was only temporary. But it's been a few weeks, and there's been no sign of her returning. I will miss her. Every day I will miss her. I already do.

This world -- it's done nothing but take things away. From me. From everyone else. Can you honestly say you've gained anything from being here?

[ Walt goes to reach into the closet for one of the final items and his hand twitches back. The sadness in the lines of his face increases as he pulls out a wrapped present -- a card reading: To Mr. White.

That's when Walt can't hold it back anymore. He sits on the edge of the bed, pulls the square-shaped present to his chest and cries. ]

ferrisbuellean

[Jeff’s sat at a neat looking desk, papers stacked significantly higher on the ‘in’ pile than the ‘out’ yet arranged without the franticness of someone concerned by it. Rather than actually work he’s opted for networking, camera on, sat up, arms on desk and offering his most winning lawyer smile. He’s even wearing a grey three-piece suit and blue tie, sans jacket, just in case the fact he was doing fancy work stuff wasn’t obvious enough.]

Jeff Winger here, Lawyer at Large, coming live to your communicators to announce the official start of my law firm. You’ll find my office at Herodotus Antiques in Maurtia Falls for all your criminal defense requirements. Need defending, law advice, or just a pretty face to stand by your not guilty plea? Then get in touch now. Private messages, phone calls, office visits and everything in between accepted, because your anonymity is important to me if it’s important to you. I’m hoping I don’t even need to point out that the TV crew won’t be involved… unless the fifteen minutes of fame appeals. Your call.

[He reaches for a nearby half-full bottle of scotch and begins pouring into a disappointingly empty glass, visibly relaxing as the advertising seemingly comes to an end. There’s a slouch quickly developing and once the glass is full he’s leaning back, feet swinging onto the desk and causing the camera to shake just slightly as his polished shoes thump onto the wood. A finger idly tugs at the knot of his tie as he starts speaking again, gradually working it loose.]

Can’t blame a guy for making use of free advertising space, huh? Alright network, interaction is the key to this kinda stuff, right? Less blogging, more gossiping? So here’s a question to get your collective minds around. And hey, maybe it might just remind you how much you really should have a lawyer on your side…

Regrets. Got any? Something you got in trouble for or maybe something you never got found out about. Maybe you wish it never happened, or maybe you just wish it went differently. If it happened back home this is the perfect time to come clean with no consequences. So c'mon, let me be you priest, rid yourself of your sins. No judging. I’m not paid to judge, I’m paid to make things right.

Trust me.

[:D?]

wasnever

Right, so. Been here long enough that I guess I can stop hoping it's all a dream. Friggin' hate it, no amount of playing with bees all day is going to make it suck any less, but that's not the point.

Point is, I'm Sera and right now I'm bored. So, I was thinkin'...you show your face and I'll draw you. Or how I see you, anyway.

[Giggling follows the offer. Sera's caricatures will without a doubt be pretty ridiculous, and most likely vulgar in the case of adult characters. Beware of exaggerated dicks and boobs. ~~Unless you indicate that you're not cool with that~~.]

And tell me what you do for fun around here while you're at it. Might as well talk while do it, yeah?

dragony

It's been a while, but I suppose I'm curious—and it's hard to do much for curiosity, once it's born, is there? Some feelings can't be snuffed out, once they exist, no matter how much you might wish for it.

[ The voice is that of a young woman, somewhere between late teens and early twenties, lower-middle pitch and a steady cadence. A little tired, perhaps a little bored, but not irritably so. ]

Darkness, Earth, Water, Light, Wind, or Flame.

Choose one, please. But, before you do, know that there's no right answer, or wrong answer, and there's no moral component to any of them. "Light" doesn't mean good; "darkness" doesn't mean evil. Only whichever suits you. Something a little trivial, perhaps, but I'd like to hear your answers.

Thanks.

stupidsexymurderbot

Assigned jobs, assigned homes. All necessities and what have you just... provided for us.

On the basis we play nice and all be heroes. Now... does anyone here think that's a bit odd? I mean, there's so much anonymity possible!

Who's to tell if one of us -- oh, I don't know -- strays from the path?

I mean, you can't even see my face! If I started running amok with these magic powers, but never said a word? How would you know? [Ultron laughs, right there, though.] Of course, there's not much a college professor could do, is there? Except fail students.

I suppose that's terrifying enough.

[Fishy, fishy Ultron. As much deadpan snark as there is in the words, every answer will be cataloged. Noted down. What better way to gather information than by mocking the system?]

[PRIVATE // WANDA MAXIMOFF]
Anything of note, yet?

chancetoatone

[When the audio feed initializes, there isn't a sound right away, and then there's a gentle clearing of the throat before Thane actually speaks.]

In my time here, I have noticed something about humanity. You have hundreds of days commemorating events: birthdays, memorial days, celebrations of the births of dead leaders.

[He pauses for a moment. Thane doesn't usually address this many people at one time.]

I have seen several shops advertising that Sunday, the 21st of this month, is Father's Day here. Do your worlds celebrate Father's Day also?

[Another pause, and when he speaks again, there's a note of nestalgia in his voice.]

If so, and you are a father, I would like to wish you a happy Father's Day. [He thinks that's the proper sentiment.] One father to another.

footnoting

Names, names, names.

[This is a girl who hasn't been seen on the network in-- well, in months, actually. But she's just lounging back in a chair, looking bored and disinterested, her fingers drumming against the arm of the couch.]

They're interesting things, aren't they? Out there for everyone to see, here. Unless you have the means and desire to keep them hidden. But then again, why would you? It seems to be a common theme here- that so many worlds view names as nothing more than a way to identify one person from another.

[The girl grins, and her lips stretch maybe a mite too far.]

But for some of us, there's power in names. True names. If you know how to wield it. So I wonder, just how many names have you managed to give me these last few months?

[Someone's a little pissed that a certain someone else went home. Which is why he's acting like a C list villain.]

abduxel

[The comm tag says Matthew Lin. The young man on-screen is well-dressed in all-black formal clothing to match his black hair. Those with magical perceptive abilities might be able to see the ram horns sprouting from his forehead, but for most people, they are invisible.]

Well, apparently I'm sick and dying of Zombie Apocalpyse Syndrome. I'm not actually infected, just terribly peckish from sitting in my apartment with minimal groceries, you know how it goes. I would kill for some delivery, but apparently the local venues have no personnel up to snuff.

Finally, today, I have resorted to cannibalism. This afternoon, I fried up some Dorian Gray with a side of Elsa... uh... whatever her last name is. Was. It was delicious and I highly recommend giving it a try. Maybe I'll open a restaurant. I was wondering if you could all help me brainstorm some names.

[He looks perfectly fine, and is in fact full of shit, as Elsa and Dorian are both alive and Abduxel is not a cannibal, although he has resorted to stealing microwave dinners from his roommates covertly, sorry Mike Parker & Elizabeth. The whole spiel is said very dryly, so it could be taken as serious (in an uncomfortably casual, devil-may-care kind of way) or understood rightly to be him joking around.]

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