|
|
Post by Gris on Feb 1, 2015 7:06:59 GMT -5
I forgot to ask, does the Mutant challenge give back 3w?
|
|
|
|
Post by WildKnight on Feb 1, 2015 7:36:10 GMT -5
I forgot to ask, does the Mutant challenge give back 3w? Yes. |
|
|
|
Post by WildKnight on Feb 1, 2015 14:46:59 GMT -5
Things are really shaping up. I've got finished CADs for Colossus, Angel, Vulcan, and Iceman
|
|
|
|
Post by Gris on Feb 1, 2015 15:25:34 GMT -5
Nice, it's a bit weird all man lineup though.
|
|
|
|
Post by WildKnight on Feb 1, 2015 15:42:52 GMT -5
Nice, it's a bit weird all man lineup though. DK is doing Emma, so we'll have a woman and a telepath (all in one, as seems to be the pattern) |
|
|
|
Post by WildKnight on Feb 1, 2015 18:01:57 GMT -5
Prologue One
Three Months Ago
Bobby Drake and Hank McCoy flanked Charles Xavier's wheelchair, while Scott Summers, Xavier's adopted heir, stood behind him. All four were dressed in black suits, and all four hung their heads in abject sorrow, unable to raise them for fear of seeing across the casket, to the sorrow-lined faces of Mr. and Mrs. Grey, the parents of their former class, and team, mate, Jean Grey. Beyond merely being stricken with the death of their too-young friend, they all knew that the body in the casket was not genuinely that of Jean Grey, which had been lost to fire, but a cleverly constructed fake, evidence of Hank's genius, though he had never been less proud of his own work. Where their final teammate, Warren Worthington III, happened to be was unknown, but he, too, was believed to be dead. It wasn't that long ago that they had confronted Magneto for the first time and caught the imagination of the public... and now all of their triumphs were turned to loss.
As the coffin was lowered into the ground, Hank muttered "Life is pleasant, death is peaceful. It is the transition that's troublesome. Isaac Asimov." Scott's face twitched, but as was his way, he refused to show any more sign of emotion than that. Hank and Bobby both knew that Scott had loved Jean, that theirs was a once-in-a-lifetime romance that was only just beginning when the unthinkable had happened. That the sun was shining and birds dared to sing seemed somehow wrong. It should have been raining, the sky itself should have wept for the loss the world had incurred. Instead, things merely went on, as if the universe didn't care at all.
When everyone else had left, Scott wheeled Xavier away and Hank turned to Bobby. "Scott and I have decided, Bobby. We can't do this anymore. I'm not pressuring you to join us, I just think you deserve to know." Without waiting for a response, the genius with the build of a linebacker left the graveyard, leaving the youngest member of the now broken team to ponder the future alone.
|
|
|
|
Post by WildKnight on Feb 1, 2015 20:10:39 GMT -5
Prologue #2
From the journal of Professor Charles Xavier
I first came to know of the sub-species of humanity that I have called Homo Superior several years ago, while completing my Doctoral studies in Europe. I had the good fortune to be given access to records from the German Concentration Camps. In attempting to develop their own super human to counter The Invaders, Nazi scientists did intensive research on the genetics of their unfortunate captives, and discovered something unique. While there were already then several known, albeit unreliable, methods of altering a human to create what one might call a "meta-human," these scientists discovered that there was an odd bit of DNA that existed in a tiny portion of the population. This seemingly unimportant bit of genetic information, which easily could have been written off as unimportant, proved to hold enormous potential, and they dubbed it the "mutant gene." The cases they identified mostly involved a "dormant gene," but they theorized that if active, the gene could have remarkable effects on human physiology.
Toward the end of the war, they launched an aggressive campaign to identify targets with an active mutant gene in the desperate hope of finding one last weapon to bring them victory. Records indicated that they had, in fact, found a single such subject; one Maxwell Eisenhardt, a Jew whom they had actually had in custody all along. The records didn't indicate whether they had successfully made anything of their discovery, though history seems to indicate that they did not. I began attempting to track down Eisenhardt, but was disappointed to find that he had died behind the Iron Curtain in the late 1980's. He did, however, have a single son, one Eric Lensherr. I now intend to track down this man to determine whether the mutant gene was passed down...
|
|
|
|
Post by WildKnight on Feb 1, 2015 22:41:19 GMT -5
Prologue #3
Excerpted from SHIELD interrogation of Erik Lensherr
"My Father was treated as a laboratory animal by you people. I heard his stories when I was growing up, but I never truly understood that what he had experienced was significantly different than what all of the Jews, Gypsies, Catholics, and homosexuals you people rounded up and tortured in that time. Not until I met Charles Xavier, and he explained to me that my Father had been born with something that made him different, a gene that could have given him unique abilities. When I showed Xavier what I could do, he theorized that my abilities had been inherited, and for that, for that my Father had suffered immeasurably. Even then, I was naive. I didn't see what you people were capable of. I though surely, the Nazis were gone, and their like would never be allowed to rise again on this Earth.
"But I was wrong. Even though you create creatures of unimaginable power, of unimaginable raw destructive potential, you hate us, because we are born differently. It took me a long time to understand why, but now I know. It is envy. You humans are born to it. You are pathetic, weak, and small. Your oldest tales speak of brother slaying brother for the sake of jealousy. As the chimp envies the zookeeper, you envy us. Well... for once, you are right to do so. We are your betters, and sooner than you realize we will be the dominant lifeform on this planet, and you will be obsolete and then, soon enough, you will be gone.
"You call me Erik Lensherr. I reject that name, as I reject all elements of my former life. You may call me Magneto. I am but the first of many. We are loosing ourselves from your racial imperialism, freeing ourselves from the slave names you've given us. Do you hear that? That is the sound of a revolution. You may be able to hold me, but you will never stop progress."
|
|
|
|
Post by WildKnight on Feb 2, 2015 13:51:52 GMT -5
... and now things are REALLY shaping up, as we will likely be adding Psylocke to the mix!
|
|
|
|
Post by Dhark on Feb 2, 2015 14:06:01 GMT -5
Well, that scraps my Cable backup pretty good then (I was making a Psimitar focused TK/TP secondary)... Sticking with Angel and no backup atm.
|
|
|
|
Post by StraightEdgeSteve on Feb 2, 2015 14:08:51 GMT -5
Nobody takes my Bobby!
|
|
|
|
Post by WildKnight on Feb 3, 2015 8:14:54 GMT -5
... and quick as that, we're pretty much ready to go. Just need a last revision on OLW's CAD, and we're golden. I'll get the board up.
|
|
|
|
Post by WildKnight on Feb 3, 2015 8:21:46 GMT -5
|
|
|
|
Post by Dhark on Feb 3, 2015 11:03:47 GMT -5
... and quick as that, we're pretty much ready to go. Just need a last revision on OLW's CAD, and we're golden. I'll get the board up. ... and now things are REALLY shaping up, as we will likely be adding Psylocke to the mix! So, when you say Psylocke... 1.) Were you falling back on OLW's old name? 2.) Is OLW actually playing Psylocke?! 3.) Is someone else playing Psylocke, and you just so happen to mention she has a CAD in for revision too? :-p |
|
|
|
Post by Shadowbane on Feb 3, 2015 11:45:19 GMT -5
Lets say I am interested, is there any X-Men off limits? Maybe like a young Warpath or maybe Wild Child, not that I recall Wild Child being part of the X-Men now that I think about it.
|
|
