Max-Tac. Within the ruthless, blood thirsty ranks of men that have surrendered their humanity for military power in order to put down insane cyborgs little different than themselves. Were to be found specialists. Those that had moved beyond the threshold of humanity and become fully machine, or far worse.
You are Lt. Walker. Head of Night City's C-SWAT Task Force Extreme Contingency Unit. Code Name "Demon Slayers." Assigned to deal with full body borgs gone cyber psycho, Weapons of Mass Destruction, and paramilitary uprisings within Night City.
You are a twice fully converted borg unit. Only your skull, spinal column, esophageal track, and genitalia remain of your original body. These systems have been heavily modified once for placement within a Dragoon Borg body during (Classified) conflict in (Classified) through usage of a specialized frame of (Classified) manufacturer. Your present body is a "gifted" bio engineered rehabilitation "frame" cloned from your original genetic samples and (Classified) enhanced tissue samples. For all intents and purposes you look like an ordinary man when out of uniform. You feel like an ordinary man... feel FeEl FEEEEEELllleeeeesssssssss... an ordinary man. You are armed with unique biological armaments and enhancements. And, along with your task force duties you are obligated by contract to report (FEEEEEEEEEEEDDDDDDDDDD) on any resulting symptoms and unique physiological experiences. Two unique bio ripper units are in your hands and arms. And, your tongue can form a unique, blue "whip" like proboscis weapon. Your nerve enhancements sometimes cause illusions of temporal perception or precognition. Ignore the sense of déjà vu. This is merely biological feedback forming a sort of intuition (INtuItIoNnnnnn).
You wake up with a start to the blaring sound of a notification coming in through a priority channel. It's Rex. your unit Sergent and immediate subordinate. He's a fully converted Borg, Heavy Weapons Specialist, and former comrade in arms that served with you in places you'd prefer not to remember and aren't allowed to tell anyone, ever. You answer him.
"Boss, we've got a live one. Three Militech love children gone full psycho in an upscale joint in a shit hole part of town. Called the Golden Cafe. Our ETA to pick you up is a minute twenty, unless you want to meet us there... in that "way" that you do."
>"Fuck you Rex, don't discuss classified technology even over a secured line. How many times do I have to tell you that?"
>"I'll meet you there." Hang up on him without another word and proceed to the call location through your special way.
>Tell him to come get you and hang up.
>Tell him to handle the situation without you and that you'll meet him later after clean up.
As the reborn demons behavior and acts would reflect not only upon the Palace of Natural laws, but also its master, (欢流血, Happy Bloodshed/ Happy to Shed Blood), your very own illustrious self, and you don't want to welcome a heartless devil into your sect and give them free reign to terrorize the lands and people under your protection and rule, you need to give him a test that'll prove that he is capable of doing good and acting respectfully and won't meander off one day to slaughter and refine a village or go hunting his fellow daoists for sport without a good reason or excuse. Fortunately, you know exactly how to see if he is capable of acting right mindedly or not. A variation of the journey Magical beasts under go to attain their human for, except to see if the reincarnated demon is able to show empathy, mercy or any other quality deemed a virtue by wider society.
"Charity won't prove your heart is capable of containing something besides malice and bloodthrist" You sweetly tell him, wearing an imperious, domineering expression that is completely opposite to your ginger and silken voice "Even a miser can do charity work, if they think it'll make them wealthy, and demons I know can pretend to love someone until they've matured and fattened enough to their tastes"
"Aren't you friends with a spider demon?" He asks plainly, frowning and stroking his chin in thought
"One who is more human natured than demonic" You cackle "And I have nothing against demons living as they desire, until they piss me off, bother me or try to eat me. But, lets not get sidetracked. You need to prove your heart is, if not human, than not corroded by and controlled solely by malice. That you're a devil with at least a little nobility, enough to coexist with my subjects and other students"
"And how should I prove that I am not the most vicious of devils?" He asked, sounding genuinely curious Cont
Last time, you took the cows to the farm, also you got a bag. Not very eventful, but the tides changed once you found a mysterious letter that pledged it would grant you any wish. To test these supernatural abilities, you asked for the keys to the School’s swimming pool, which were granted. At the pool, you ask for your second wish…
You want your lovely teacher Nina to return physically to her teenage years for week!
For no apparent reason, your newly acquired bag is freaking out! Is this some kind of signal towards your wish being granted?!
…
A couple of bags of Snackos fall next to your feet. They have a note on top. The penmanship is identical to the one on the original letter. You skim over it. The all-powerful Mysterious Wish-Granting Force is asking for a few minutes, and it’s giving you something to eat in the meantime. How thoughtful! You’re at lunchtime after all!
…
You don’t need two of these, so you insert one of the Snackos inside the bag. Tantrum is done, Bagna is pleased.
…
You take your shoes off and flap your feet in the Swimming pool to pass the time. Eventually, someone knocks on the door…
“Uhm, ehm, M-Mister Ando, it’s me… Miss Uccelli! C-C-Can I come in?” An easy-on-the-ears girly voice asks from the other side. It certainly matches your teacher’s cadence.
But something is off…
Maybe it’s the Rejuvenating Beam’s effect!
<span class="mu-s">What do you do?</span>
>“You’re not going to get mad at me for being at the pool, right?” Make sure you’re not in trouble. >“Before I open, do you feel younger? Specifically in your late teenage years?” You need to make sure this Wishing Star is legit. >Open the door and let Ms. Uccelli in! It’s been a while since you referred to her like this! >“We’re on a first-name basis. Why are you calling me Mr. Ando?” Be a tiny bit skeptical. >Write In.
We´re on the Marvel Universe. During the 60´s. NATO and the Soviet Union are playing their Chess game to see who of them make their political model and philosophy conquers the world.
Suddenly, behind the Berlin Wall, arround the Soviet Dominated domains of Eastern Europe. Surges a country known as:
LATVERIA.
A nation that got independent from the Soviet Union out of the Blue, and aparently is from the Green Cloak wearing and Amor Claded maniac that fights the Fantastic Four on an allmost regular basis.
He alone, with no aparent aid of a Rich Third Position Country the likes of Argentina, India, Saudi Arabia, and etc. With technologies that hasn´t have a trace back to any of the world strongest weapon distributors in the world, just grabbed a little peice of territory from the Soviet Union, and not only has been capable of defending itself from the raids to reclaim it, but also growing wider and wider like a cancer.
But here is the kicker. This "Doctor Doom" Character declares he isn´t on the NATO side neither, just... "Taking what is rightfully his"
What does happens from here on out? What should be the next step from the United States, or Britain, France or Turkey on the Blue side, and of the Soviets from the Red side?
What should do Doom? Make a world wide transmission declaring his intentions of just wanting to rule Latveria like a peacefull king, so long neither the Americans or the Russians doesn´t fuck with him? Or TV broadcast is below Doom?
And most importantly... How does History changes from now on?
The Vietnam War would change, meaning the Soldiers (like Frank Castle) are left behind since Latveria had become a bigger threat?
Will the Berlin Wall get destroyed at all? or... the dreaded Iron Curtain should remain to contain Doom?
This things and more.... is what we should discuss.
You are Charlotte Fawkins, Herald and heroine. With the power of your positive spirit, you have overcome deceit, defeat, and divine possession, and now you are going to save the world. First, though, you need to get your stolen Crown back— no matter what obstacles lie in your way. Or boring meetings.
"You're late, Ms. Fawkins."
Lucky is as glad to see you as always. "<span class="mu-i">Am</span> I? Or are you just being—"
"Don't sweat it. We weren't that far in." Eloise pats the chair next to her. "Lucky likes repeating himself, anyway, so it's like you won't have missed a thing. Actually—" Here she stage-whispers. "—we already knew a lot of it, so—"
"Mr. Blaine is offering his own insight," Monty says patiently. "It's nice to see you, Charlotte. Sit down, will you?"
You were planning on it— have been trying to, actually, but the chairs in the Wind Court meeting room are uncomfortable-looking and, more crucially, don't have holes in the back. You settle on sitting at an angle, so to not crush your tail. "Where's Madrigal? I thought she'd be—"
"She had other business to attend to. I'll fill her in afterward. Mr. Blaine, could you start over?"
"It appears I must. Unless we have other visitors I should know about?" (Monty shakes his head.) "Very well. From the beginning. At an unknown point early this morning— most likely between 2 and 4 AM— a barrier sprung up around, roughly speaking, the entirety of the Corcass. This barrier is circular or ovoid, pitch black, several hundred feet high, and unnatural in origin. It is impenetrable to casual testing. The perpetrator of is barrier is no mystery, because identical barriers have been sighted progressively eastward for approximately a month and a half. They are the work of—"
"Jean Ramsey!" you say.
Lucky looks down his nose at you, then shuffles his notes. "It's impossible to know how you might've guessed that, Ms. Fawkins. Yes. Ms. Ramsey, or, in the popular imagination, the 'Hero-Queen,' generates these barriers for the purposes of 'The Game.' This is what she has dubbed the flagrant waste of—"
"We're on the same page about this, Lucky." Eloise has leaned back in her chair. "Specifics."
So recently, about yesterday I had a random thought about a music piece that I heard of a while ago, I wanted to hear it again but it wasnt in my history or any of my playlists, I tried anything I had in mind to find it but I simply couldn't but I know things that could hint on how to find it, so il just get to the point : the song revolves around the retro internet or how the internet felt as a teenager in that era, the song spoke a bit about Roblox, and their friends that they talked to on skype, the character represented in the video is a white anthropomorphic wolf?? cat I think? but they had a bunch of rainbow features and stuff. but it was a pretty catchy piece of music, and im pretty sure by the end of the video it showed a plushy of the character ( the character mentioned previously )
300 years ago, the legendary Agnika Kaieru saved all of humanity, but her sacrifices bore no glory or treasures beyond her own name. Her comrades rising to great prominence while the hero who united them was locked away, forever held at gunpoint until only the Seven Stars remained.
It has been this way for these centuries that passed, all you have known, Zucouz Kaieru, was the Gilded cage that surrounded you and your family...your servants, your guards, all sworn to secrecy or elsewise total spies against you. Paranoia filled your father's mind as he believed he too would never see the sky, or starlight, or anything besides this underground prison of a home.
You watched him wither away, and this bore an seed of ve glance in your heart, by all rights Gjallarhorn should be yours, it should be just, it should be...not this...
[Decide your Personality] > Kind: Ever the knight, you were soft of heart and gentle to everyone you met. Winning hearts of those who served with your humility despite the legacy on your shoulders and circumstances.
>Mischievous: Yo dealt with issues via humor and joking, bringing a smile to all despite it being at the cost of yourself at times. Still, your heart was always in the right place.
>Hard: Your anger and righteous fury filled everything you did. To be the strongest, to go the furthest, to climb the highest, you became strong of mind and body for the day you could spring your own escape...
