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Alright, imma hate myself for this buuut Krunker Headcannon (also mods pls dont disable) K.R.U.N.K.E.R. Keen Ruthless Uber Nervy Kinaesthetic Elite Regiment LMG - Sergeant Major Nathan Pride. A 35 year old American who served the military since he was 16. Carries around an M249 SAW machine gun, which he loves dearly. Uncomfortable using other weapons, except his knife. 6'8.7, or in Metrical measurements, 2.05 meters. Commands the K.R.U.N.K.E.R. Shares a bit of a friendship with Richard, and acts like a big brother to Corporal Marco. Straight. Rocket - Sergeant First Class Richard. American, 31 and started serving at 17. Carries an M72 LAW, A pistol, a glock 18c, a Desert Eagle, and a double barrel short shotgun. Uncomfortable using the AK-47, Benelli Super 90, M249 SAW, Colt Python Revolver, Semi Auto, Famas, etc. Serves as Sergeant Major Nathan P.'s Second in command. 6'6, 1.98 meters. Shares a bit of a friendship with Nathan. Straight. Shotgun - Corporal Vince. From Boston, Massachusetts. 24, started serving at 18. Carries a Benelli Super 90 M4, a pistol, glock 18c, desert eagle and double barrel short shotgun. Under Sergeant Major Nathan P.'s command. 6'2, 1.88 meters. Gay. Revolver - Detective Franklin Daniels. 29, started serving at 19. From London, England, UK. Carries around a Colt Python Revolver. 23. 6'5, 1.95 meters. Straight. AK-47 - Corporal Tikhon Rasputin. 21, started service at 20. From St. Petersburg, Moscow, Russia. Has an AK-47 and similar secondaries of Vince and Richard. Under Sergeant Major Nathan P's command. 6'1, 1.85 meters. Bisexual. Semi Auto - Corporal Marco. 18, started service two weeks before the K.RU.N.K.E.R. formed. From Ciudad Juarez, Mexico. Under Sergeant Major Nathan P.'s command. Uses an MK14 Semi Auto EBR, and similar secondaries. 6'4, 1.93 meters. Asexual. Famas - Specialist Carlos Aventurier. 25. From Paris, France. Under Sergeant Major Nathan P.'s command. Uses the FAMAS, and other secondaries excluding alien blaster. 6'2, 1.88 meters. Bisexual. Submachine Gun - Private First Class Ronald N. Gunn. 22, started serving three weeks before the K.R.U.N.K.E.R formed. From Dublin, Ireland. Under Sergeant Major Nathan P.'s command. Uses a Heckler & Koch UMP. 6'3, 1.9 meters. Gay. Akimbo Uzis - Agent Alex. 25, started serving at 17. From Edinburgh, Scotland. Under Sergeant Major Nathan P.'s command. Uses dual silenced Uzis. 6'5, 1.95 meters. Asexual. Crossbow - Private First Class Billy Maki. 29, started serving at 20. From Osaka, Japan. Under Sergeant Major Nathan P.'s command. Wields a crossbow and other secondaries excluding alien blaster. 6'4, 1.93 meters. Asexual. Desert Eagle - Detective Dennis. 29, started serving at 19. From London, England, UK. Carries a Desert Eagle. Left K.R.U.N.K.E.R. during its early stages. 6'5, 1.95 meters. Asexual. Tec9 - Technician Terrance. 22, started serving three weeks before the K.R.U.N.K.E.R. formed. From Sacramento, California. Left K.R.U.N.K.E.R. halfway during the first stage. Has a Tec9, wields a wrench. 6'3, 1.9 meters. Straight. Flamethrower - Arsonist Alan. 25, started serving at 22. From Santa Fe, New Mexico. Quit K.R.U.N.K.E.R. a day before the first stage ended. Wields a flamethrower and a knife. 6'6, 1.98 meters. Straight. Riot Shield - SWAT member Rigby Sheldon. 20, started serving a week before K.R.U.N.K.E.R. formed. From Minneapolis, Minnesota. Quit K.R.U.N.K.E.R. halfway during the first stage. Wields a Riot shield, any secondaries, and a baton. 6'2, 1.88 meters. Straight. Knife - Private Randal. Unknown age, backstory, home country or sexuality. Good boxer. Uses either a knife, crowbar, or katana. 6'7, 2 meters. edit: forgot one more class Sniper - Sergeant Hunter Von Genau. 23, started serving at 17. From Munich, Germany. Wields an Arctic Warfare Sniper, any secondaries and the occasional Cheytac M2000 Intervention. 5'9, 1.75 meters. Gay. Blaster - Specialist Trevor Cooper. 26, started serving at 21. From Wapakoneta, Ohio. Formerly an astronaut who was on a mission once before one of the other guys almost found out about the lie about Earth. Wields the future tech Blaster. 6'0, 1.83 meters. Asexual.
2020.07.06 16:20 gmacdoug17 times So Far-- Is How Many Times Ricky Has Been Shot -- By Bullet -- Not Including Rubber Bullets, Potato Guns, Darts, Arrows, Nor Tazer Guns -- Complete List (I think) Including 1 Wound From The 99 Movie And 1 Wound From The Animated
The following is what I think is the complete list of how many times Ricky has been shot. Correct me if I'm wrong. I forwarded through everything they ever did with Ricky in it. So all 12 seasons and 105 episodes of the series, the 16 episodes of the 2 "Out Of The Parks" Spinoffs, the two Showcase Specials, (the 2004 Christmas and the 2008 Finale) the 20 episodes of the Animated, the three touring specials (Dublin, Austin and North Pole) for the 15 to 20 minute park segments, the 3 theatrical movies from the series (2006, 2009, 2014), the original '99 movie, "Swearnet The Movie", "Swearnet Live Special", the 20 combined webisodes of Seasons 7.5 and 8.5, and from memory every bit of Swearnet content that has him in it. Plus the 266 podcasts. From memory, no shootings of course. And, of course, I didn't check the 2 90's shorts 98's "One Last Shot" and 99's Cart Boy (not 95), nor their other 6 episodes for their other series 2011's "Drunk And On Drugs Happy Funtime Hour" as Ricky is in neither of those. Nor any movies and projects the boys did together where they were other characters. The list could be wrong as I forwarded every episode and project very quickly, but I don't think so: 1999 "TPB" Movie -- Injury, left hand or gut, unclear to me. Shooter, Patrick Lewis (Patrick Roach) 2001 - Season 1, episode 4 -- "Mrs. Peterson's Dog Gets Fucked Up", shot twice -- Injuries: ass, right arm. Shooters: Trinity, and then Himself. 2002 - Season 2, episode 3 -- "I've Met Cats & Dogs Smarter Than Corey & Trevor" -- Injury: right foot. Shooter: Himself. 2002 - Season 2, episode 7 -- "The Bare Pimp Project". Injury: right arm. Shooter: Sam. 2004 - Season 4, episode 8 -- "Working Man" -- Injury: right leg. Shooter: Swat Team. 2007 - Season 7, episode 7-- "Jump The Cheeseburger" -- Injury: right leg above ankle. Shooter: Sam. 2014 - Season 8, episode 10 -- "Crawling Through The Shitpipe" -- Injury: right leg. Shooter: Cyrus. But I think it is supposed to be Sam as he yells after Sam shoots, but the editing gives it it to Cyrus. 2015 - Season 9, episode 3 -- "Anointed In Liquor" -- Injury: left thigh. Shooter: Farmeowner of bar. 2016 - Season 10, episode 5 -- "If You Don't Believe It, It's Not Real" -- Injury: unknown. Shooter: unknown. I am including this as he tells Jacob that he had a buckshot wound from a gun in High School (Obviously the Grade 10 he flunked out of). 2016 - Season 10, episode 9 -- "Thugged Out Gangster Shit" -- Injury: head (temporal lobe). Shooter: Lahey with assist from Dancer, or Vice Versa. 2017 - Season 11, episode 3 -- "My Fucking Balls, My Cock, My Hole, or My Tits?" -- Injury: bag not balls. Shooter: Mo. 2017, Season 11, episode 10 -- "The All You Can Eat Shit Buffet", shot twice -- Injuries: right hand and back of left leg. Shooters: Fishermen, then Randy or Lahey, unclear, he seems to think it was Randy but not sure. 2018, Season 12, episode 1 -- "Chlamydia" -- Injury: left arm. Shooter: thieves with truck. 2018, Season 12, episode 6 -- "Flow Me The Money" -- Injury: right leg. Shooter: Himself, with an assist by George Green, kinda. 2020, Season 2 Animated episode 3 -- "The Tax Man Fucked Me" -- Injury: left arm. Shooter: Cyrus. Now it's time for me to take a very long break from this reddit and TPB in general and rethink my life. Lol.
Defender: Operator Name: Hardhat Nationality: Irish Affiliation: IMTF (Irish Military Task Force) Place of Birth: Dublin, Ireland Date of Birth: July 23rd (Age 37) Real Name: Jack McCarthy Guns: Primary’s: M1014 / MP5k Secondary’s: M45 Meusoc / LFP586 Secondary Gadget: Barbed Wire / Deployable Shield 2 speed 2 armor Gadget name: Bulletproof Helmet Gadget: The gadget will work like rooks armor plates where he can drop a pack of helmets on the floor for his team to pick up. When hardhats teamates pick up this helmet they will put it on their head and have an animation for that. After that, the gadget will start to work like blackbeards shield in a sense so if you are shot in the head and it does more than 55hp the helmet will break off and now you are a one shot again to the head. So the helmet will stay on after 2-3 shot of a hand gun and 1-2 shot of an ar or marksman rifle. I think this help in a way that some people get lucky headshots like when they cant control the recoil of a weapon but it hits ur head and ur dead I think this is a way of getting rid of that without it being to op with how much health the helmet has but also not useless so no one will use him Attacker: Operator Name: Swarm Nationality: Danish Affiliation: DSF (Danish Special Forces) Place of Birth: Aarhus, Denmark Date of Birth: January 12th (Age 30) Real Name: Sofia Larsen Guns: Primary: Aug A3 / M4 Secondary: M45 Meusoc / P9 Secondary Gadget: Claymore / Breaching Charge 3 speed 1 armor Gadget name: The Hive This gadget will contain many nano bots in a capsule (think like a pipe bomb shape) and when thrown the nano bots will come out of the capsule. After you throw it it takes 2 seconds for the nano bots to come out. The gadget can do one of 2 thing either attack defender gadgets and cameras that are nearby but only will go after the gadgets or cameras closets to them. The nano bots can only destroy three things before dying off. or they can attack a defender so if an enemy defender is closer to the capsule when thrown then the nano bot will go after the defender dealing 5hp every 2 seconds so you can do a swat animation to get rid of the nano bot or let them attack you. The nano bots will cap out at doing 20hp to you. These capsules can be countered though by jager ,wamai ,mute ,bandit ,kaid, maestro if you shoot it before that 2 second timer
📷 Here begins the story of The Vanthem Enclave: A sanctuary, for those who have been shunned by society, for those who are different, even for those whose power is extraordinary. A sanctuary for the heroes and a prison for the villains. Once a shining beacon of hope, it will become a desecrated shell of its former self. However like the phoenix, it will rise from the ashes, but at a heavy price. Chapter 1 A Hero’s Work is Never Done “Come on then!!” The Scottish accented voice yelled, followed by cackling laughter. The towering monster-man stood about nine feet tall and weighed around twelve-hundred pounds, he motioned his massive hands at himself. The man opposite from him laid in a pile of rubble, that was once a statue of the once superhero-turned-supervillain, Gravitron. Kirk coughed and as he did he spat blood onto the broken asphalt and concrete lying around him. He stared at it for a moment, how many decades had it been since he’d seen his own blood? He was on his hands and knees, most of him buried in the debris, thus pulling his partly blue-gloved hand out of the crushed asphalt to wipe his mouth. He looked up through his long dark grey bangs. The blood dripped off his salt and pepper goatee as he brought his body up and he floated upward slowly, dust and dirt falling of him as he rose. His blue and red uniform, now dingy and ripped in a few places across his chest and legs, though still symbolic of the hero he’d become. The golden stars on each shoulder, besmirched from the fight, fused with the red coif that made up the upper half, while his chest was still mostly blue and a torn grey and black sash wrapped around his waist. Master Vanthem hovered backward, giving himself some breathing room, while the monstrous villain, clad in bronze scales, continued laughing and jeering his opponent on. “Alright you monster,” Kirk said, chillingly, “Feel my wrath!!” The monster in question was a reptilian looking humanoid, its skin a golden bronze, with beady yellow eyes ten inches apart across its smaller, flat horned-head. Kirk flew straight ahead, becoming a blur of red and blue, and slamming his fists into the gargantuan’s gut. “Guuff!!” Kirk didn’t expect this much resistance! Its dull, clawed feet dug into the road, creating three trenches per foot. As it came to a stop, its four fingered hands wrapped around Kirk’s waist. Pulling and lifting him overhead, then the scream came, “Vanthem!! Master Vantheeeeemmmm!!!” Vanthem could see his young ward running from around the corner of a nearby burning minivan. The youngling punched his hand forward; wind rippled outward from his fist, and eroded the surface under the monster’s feet. Vanthem focused, holding himself in pace while the creature fell through the hole created under its feet. Its claws ripped through his uniform and into his flesh, Kirk winced from the abrasion. But quickly he flipped over, and landed beside the fourteen year old. He put his hands on his knees, breathing heavily, cuts, scrapes and bruising covering nearly every section of his still toned body. He could hear the massive beast bellowing while it crashed through the service and waste tunnel underneath the street. “Master Vanthem,” The young boy leaned over to him, his red and blue mask, two large white streaks coming down over his eyes, and past his cheeks, his nose and mouth exposed, Kirk stood up, coughing, “Jetstream, how’re you holding up?” “Should be asking you that,” Jetstream said, looking up at his mentor. “Oh,” He gave himself a once over, and noticed his cape was ripped all the way up to where it was sown into back of his uniform, “It’s alright,” he breathed in deeply, trying to catch his breath, putting his hand on sides, “I’ll get Mai to make a new one…” “I’m not worried about the uniform, Master,” Jetstream shook his head, eyeing the wounds on Vanthem’s abdomen, “Oh? That’s nothing…” At that exact moment, the grizzled beast’s claws appeared underneath Vanthem’s legs and pulled him through the road. Jetstream flew backward, knowing full well this battle was far above his league. “Gaaahhh!” “Maaasstterrrrrr!” Jetstream called after him, nonetheless. “I’ll show you nothing!” The monster told Kirk, then gave him a solid uppercut to his chin, sending back upward again through the street once more. In this state of unconsciousness mixed with consciousness, Kirk’s mind relinquished itself to memories… All the while his young charge, screaming his name, “Master Vanthem!!” Master Vanthem … Of course he hadn’t always been known by that title, no, he didn’t earn that title until he was forty-five. And even then, it didn’t stick until a national headline read, “Victory Anthem Prevents Trainwreck; Saves 108”. Which was shortened to V-Anthem and finally settled on Master Vanthem. Before that he was referred to as the “Mysterious Flying Man” or for a great number of years, “Eagle Man.” A newspaper clipping flashed in his mind, he posed with a beautiful bald eagle perched on his forearm, while he smiled brilliantly. Those were better days. Although his life had not been filled with much love, joy or compassion and what little he had acquired had been ripped away from him. Unfortunately for him, his powers were both a blessing and a curse, and it came in equal parts. His powers manifested along with puberty, the changing of his body came with quite a number of extra changes that normal people never experience. How fortunate for them… Kirk Beringger grew up in the gritty slums of Riverside, pretty much the ghetto section of Los Angeles. He saw crime after crime go unpunished, even while other heroes walked and flew about saving lives. This anger and need for vengeance manifested itself and created a rift. This rift allowed Kirk to access unfathomable power, but … at a cost. Kirk began to hear the thoughts of every criminal within a few miles, at first this was overbearing and caused a problem in his household. His father was a meager mechanic, barely scrapping the funds to keep their rental property and payments on the ’89 Chevorlet and keep up with his and her addictions. His was the alcohol, hers was more dangerous than either of them knew. Especially when she tried to hide it from Kirk. One day, he confronted her. “Mom, are .. are you selling drugs??” “Wha..??” She exasperated, she couldn’t believe her son would just come right of the blue and ask her something like that! “Honey, why.. why would you ask that?” Her thoughts permeated her deceit, How in the hell would he know something like that?? “Jenna,” Mike came from the kitchen, “I need to talk to you right now,” sweat dotted his forehead, even under the brim of the dirty, greasy cap. Oh thank god, was her last thought then the connection diminished, her thoughts now concentrated elsewhere. Kirk knew things were bad for them, but he hadn’t ever seen anything that pointed toward his mom being a pusher! It infuriated him that not only was she capable of keeping it from him, but she did it incredibly well! He slammed the door to his room behind him and buried his face into his pillow, crying himself slowly to sleep. He didn’t understand why he was suddenly able to hear people’s thoughts, and they were always awful. Happening moments before the murder, the burglary, the rape… His mind drifted into sleep and with it nightmarish visions, of those very crimes overtaking him. Gunfire, knives slashing, then the screams that turned into sirens, he jerked awake. Bright red and blue alternating lights flashed inside his room, as he stared out the window through bloodshot eyes. “Ooohhh..” The memory faded, as it was replaced with the present… He’d landed on the hood of a cop car, the windshield folded in, while the lights flashed overhead, and gave way to the present. He blinked a few times, and opened and closed his mouth as well, chin and teeth hurting like hell. The sounds all muffled at first quickly returned, sirens blaring, then McTurrin’s guttural laughter, … his student screaming his codename since he was forty-five, even that seemed like ages ago, factually only ten years… “Sir?!” The familiar accent of the area, Mastonbury, Scotland, caused Vanthem to jerk up, the officer asked again, “Are ya alright?!” He shook his head, quickly sat up, his cleared vision taking in everything, the destruction their fight had caused across the city, and now, two mammoth holes in the road. Vanthem had been concentrating so much on stopping this creature, McTurrin the Unstoppable, that he hadn’t noticed the amount of collateral damage until now. McTurrin roared while charging directly at him from a few yards away. Vanthem realized he really needed to focus on the here and now and forget the past until McTurrin was unconscious, or hopefully transformed back to his former human self. Vanthem moved with blinding speed, grabbing the officer and moving him to inside a building, while McTurrin turned the car to scrap. “Over here, ya wanker!” Vanthem threw out his own jeers, standing outside, and waving his hand towards himself! The lumbering bronze beast slid to a stop, and began his charge anew. “I see,” Kirk had been battling petty criminals, monsters and even alien monsters for a couple decades now. His analysis skills had improved, but not without a few hundred bumps and bruises to prove that he was more apt to charge than to sit back and analyze. Kirk as Vanthem had become the Hero-Man of his generation, and though he didn’t like to admit it, he was proud of it. He flew outward away from the building, but McTurrin was undeterred, he continued his path, but Vanthem knew he wasn’t after just him. McTurrin was only five feet from turning the wall of windows into so much glass shards, but Vanthem had timed his counterattack perfectly. He had flew behind, grabbed the bronze beast’s left ankle at the right moment and lifted him into the air. But the former McTurrin had also been a brawler, and carried that experience even into his monstrous form. He slammed his fists into Vanthem’s already injured abdomen, and though it caused waves of pain to surge through his body, his death grip clinched all the more. The blow had brought on another flashback, as much as he tried to fight it, the pain had begun to send him into shock. He huffed as he moved to his window and shut the blinds, of course, in their condition, it didn’t make much of a difference, but it was enough to allow him a few more hours of rest. The images had seemed to calm some and then brilliant yellow replaced the previous colors. Suddenly a strange sound wound its way through the corridors of his home. His mom in her best sing-song voice, “Kirk, breakfast’s ready!!” Kirk sat up, gasping, “Breakfast? She never…” He threw his covers off and pulled his black and red striped shirt off, adding it to the pile. Replacing it with a blue and black striped shirt that he jerked from the hanger that bounced about and finally fell. “What the hell’s going on here?” His dad was already seated, shoveling through a stack of pancakes, smothered in gleaming maple syrup and washing it down with a huge glass of orange juice. He swallowed it all, and looked disconcertingly at Kirk, “Now son, you shouldn’t speak like that to your lovely mother?” He pointed his fork at him for a second, until stabbed it into the last bite of the four pancake high heap. Kirk was extremely puzzled, never, in the past twelve years had his dad ever said those words in that order. He swallowed the last bit and continued, “She got up early to fix us this lovely breakf--!” “Stop saying that!” Kirk yelled. Jenna, who was at the stove, shoved her utensils onto the counter, “Now, Kirk, I know things have been rough, but …” She sniffed and quickly wiped the tear away before it could escape her eyelid, “We’re starting over…” Dad chimed in, “We’re turning over new leaves son, and you should do the same..” Mack looked his son up and down, something he hadn’t done in quite awhile, and noticed how pale and sickly he looked. Bags under his eyes made his head appear as a hollow skull. It didn’t help having his black hair slicked back, revealing his full forehead, and with his slumping frame… it hit on his last nerve. “Damn son! How about getting outside and getting some sun and exercise every once in awhile?!” That was more like it, he knew his dad couldn’t keep the façade up for long. It made the corner of his mouth rise. Mack stood quickly, causing Kirk to flinch, Mack only stared, then spun toward the countertop, wiped his hands on the washcloth, leaned to Jenna and pecked her on the cheek. “Thanks, sweetie, that was a nice breakfast,” Jenna was washing her hands in the sink, and she replied, “You’re welcome honeybun…” Vanthem had been flying upward for about two minutes, rocketing through the atmosphere, being driven by pure instinct. While McTurrin had continued to beat on him, Vanthem spun a few times and tossed the wild beast into the countryside. While the separation would only be temporary, Vanthem knew he needed the time to recover. In doing so, he relinquished once more to memories. Despite their attempts at being sincere to one another, Kirk could hear their thoughts, each wanting desperately to betray the other. As the two tried to flirt and make the other believe they were genuinely in love, their thoughts of lust for someone else became that much stronger. Kirk couldn’t stand it, he whipped around, snatched his black hoodie off the arm of the sofa and slipped out the door. His Walkman with a heavy metal cassette already inside, stuffed into the right hand pocket, he shoved the earbuds into his ears and hurried toward the door. Once the door was shut, the parents moved away from each other as if being repulsed by a magnetic force. Kirk knew they stayed together only to hold onto some thread of being a real family. Kirk never felt like they had ever been like a true family. He’d always sensed the hostility between his parents, it didn’t help that when other family members would visit they then appeared to be more at ease. As if they didn’t have to try as hard to keep up the pretense of even liking, much less loving one another. They could pour more attention toward the visitors and things would appear to be fine on the surface. The voices began to pour into his mind once more, overpowering even his loud music, he shook his head, as if trying to shake a fly that was constantly landing on his head. The voices continued, one overrunning the next, he stopped the tape player and Kirk could never seem to grasp a coherent thought, until suddenly one became stronger than the others. …kill her, I’m going to have to kill her, I don’t have any other choice… The other voices faded away and Kirk seemed to be able to concentrate on this particular voice. It was Saturday, thus all school-aged kids were at home, at the mall, anywhere but at the school which is where the voice seemed to be emanating from. Kirk’s body lurched forward, nearly all on its own accord, What in the name of hellfire is going on here?? The beast bounded from its current position, having been thrown the air, and landed in a crouched position. From there it only needed a second to recover, and leap out of the upturned ground. Vanthem had been awaiting the creature’s ascent, it would be its downfall, for Vanthem was master of the air, it was and had been his domain since discovering the ability to fly and speak to all manner of creatures that could also take flight. The shimmering bronze behemoth swung it’s right arm, Vanthem floated effortlessly to the side, and rolled his body around, allowing his right leg to swing from as far back as his limited flexibility would allow and finally into its gut! The resounding thunderclap shattered nearby building windows! “Damn!” Vanthem cursed, thinking he’d just tried saving those same windows! The kinetic force reverberated through McTurrin’s solid body, and eventually, a few milliseconds later, expelled him backward and upward. However before gravity could take hold and bring him crashing back into the city once more, Vanthem burst ahead, and rocketed toward McTurrin’s back. His fists held tight ahead of him, the weight and force of the previous blow wracked Kirk’s body. Though the combination was enough to temporarily knock the massive beast-man out! It had been the opportunity Vanthem awaited since their scrap began! Its mammoth body seemed to hover in the air for an instant which was all that Vanthem needed to grab its left arm. “This time, I’m sending you into the stratosphere!!” He then became like a top, spinning at ultra-sonic speeds, a small tornado appeared from around him, and just as it was about to touch down, he let go. McTurrin was now wide awake, but had no way of stopping his momentum, if anything his weight and size were going to keep him going, and possibly push him out of the upper atmosphere into space!! Kirk breathed heavily, barely holding his right eye open enough to see if this latest attempt to rid the monstrosity was going to be enough. McTurrin slowed as he passed the stratosphere, but Jetstream zoomed past Vanthem, his flight speed rivaled Kirk’s. Kirk would never let him know that though, he had tried calling out to his young charge, but found the skirmish had taken its toll on his aging body. He began to descend, unable to stay awake… A small diagonal crack appeared across McTurrin’s surprised face as he finally came to a stop, just as his body’s motion reversed, gravity finally taking hold. Despite the crack across its head, he grinned, then another sound caused his face to give way to horror. A sonic boom! “GAAAAHHKK!!” was the awful sound as his body, still trying to recover from the two body-shattering hits from Vanthem, blasted upward once more! As the coldness of space crept into his body, McTurrin tried yelling, screaming, yet his voice was gone, as more cracks appeared. Jetstream gathered all the wind power he could muster and blasted it upward. It was the final blow, as McTurrin’s body completely shattered, into thousands and thousands of tiny, frozen bronze-tinted pieces. Jetstream breathed a sigh of relief and hurried back to his Master’s side. Only to find him in a crater on the outskirts of town!! “NOOOOO!!!” He cried, as tears began to pour from the corners of his eyes. Having always had problems landing, he had to send out a surge of wind to slow himself down and even then he fell into a roll. About fifteen birds had gathered around Vanthem and several more on the edge of the crater flew away. Jetstream recovered and ran back to the crater, pounced over the mound and slid down to the center. Kirk’s head was turned away from Jetstream to the left. The young one yanked his mask off, exposing his full head of brown hair. Tears were flooding out of Jetstream’s eyes, as he pushed his knees against Vanthem’s shoulder and upper arm. He slowly put his hand under Vanthem’s head and sniffling, trying to keep the mucus from leaking out of his nose. “Oooohh.. Master Vanthem, you …” He began to sob uncontrollably. No, he wasn’t dead, not yet. Though his mind was in another time… “How??” The man trembled, his hand holding the glock 45, was shaking so hard that he wondered if he’d be able to hold onto the gun! “How did … ? How did you…?” Tears were welling up in his eyes, a fear, one worse than the fear of death had gripped his heart, at first Kirk felt that giving people that feeling was enough and he didn’t have to dispense any more justice. But that had been his first mistake, a friend died because of that mistake, and Kirk would not make it again. “L-l-listen kid, I do—,” The dark skinned man was still shaking. “Shut up!” Kirk shrieked. The man winced as if he’d been attacked, and dropped the firearm. “Oh god, please … I d-d-don’t w-want .. to …” Kirk appeared a few inches from the man’s face, “What? Die?! You don’t want to die?? What about those kids in your house?? Do you think they wanted to be treated that way??!!” Kirk shouted, his teenaged voice echoing through the hallways. “Oh, god, oh, Jesus…” “Don’t,” Kirk’s eyes narrowed. The man cowered away, sliding and crawling away as Kirk pursued him, “D-don’t wh-what??” “Don’t you dare call out to them…” Kirk’s voice had continually gotten lower until it was a mere whisper. “Wh-what??” “God! Jesus!” He shouted, “Don’t call out to them now…” Kirk put his thin hand on the man’s head, his thumb rubbing against the man’s sweat filled forehead. “Please,…” the man continued to beg, sobbing involuntarily, tears and sweat mixed running down his face, dripping all over his protruding abdomen. “It’s too late,” Kirk said, and slammed his fist through the man’s head and into wall behind it. Pulling it back out drug what was left of his head out of the wall, and his flaccid body fell to the floor. Kirk shook his hand, the lingering blood, bone and meat chunks swatted off. He then hovered to the bathroom and spent the entire rest of the morning cleaning his hands. Others had begun to gather at the ridge of the crater, Lady Victory’s holographic image crackled into appearance next to Vanthem’s left side, opposite of where Jetstream was heaving, his head on Kirk’s chest. She was taller than the average woman, and being covered in cloaks, her figure was hard to distinguish. “Jetstream,” Lady Victory snapped, crouching to his level, and looking at Vanthem, “Please stop, he is still breathing and he has a pulse, albeit, a very weak one, but still his heart is beating…” “Ooh,” Jetstream sat up, and wiped his face with his arms. He then attempted to calm his sobbing. “You did very well, Jetstream,” Lady Victory said, though her voice distorted somewhat. Jetstream nodded, and sat on his feet. “Lady Victory,” Jetstream said through harrowed breaths, “Is Diesel on his way?” He sniffed and wiped his nose. “No,” she hesitated, then stood, “Another threat has emerged in Dublin.” He swallowed, “Ireland?” “Correct, currently Master Grayson, Minosaur and Vixen are en route to assist Diesel.” “Oh, oh,” Jetstream’s eyes flicked back and forth, “What .. what do I…?” “Stay here with Vanthem and assist the paramedics who are on their way right now,” her image scattered greatly, as she continued speaking it was greatly distorted and filled with static, Jetstream stood up and tried warning her that the transmission was becoming terribly indistinct. Finally her holographic image ruptured and then vanished. Jetstream looked up at all the people, most were frightened, crying, and only a few appeared stoic. He quickly pulled his mask back on and turned his head toward the sirens. Seconds later vehicle’s engine roaring, and then coming to an abrupt stop. Some of the crowd moved away, while two men made their way into the crater. “Oh, wow,” the taller with short black hair said, once he realized who they were coming to help. “Yeah,” Jetstream rubbed the back of his head, “So come on, and tell me anything I need to do to help!” The paramedics hesitated for a second as they looked down at Master Vanthem then back to Jetstream. They then hurriedly set their equipment down and went to work. One pulled out the artificial lung, placing it over Kirk’s face, helping him breath or in the least return his breathing to normal. They then tried to tear the top half of his uniform off, but even a pair of shears dulled, then broke. “Uh … Jetstream? Can you tear this off?” the tall one asked. Jetstream nodded as he shifted closer, asking, “What’s your names?” “Jerry,” the tall one answered, the shorter one immediately followed, “Markson,” and nodded his head. “Okay listen up,” Jetstream said as he gripped the neckline of Vanthem’s uniform, “He should be stable, I just need you to patch up all these wounds, and check for any internal injuries if you can.” They both nodded, and Jetstream ripped the top straight down the middle. However, he hadn’t used brute strength, Jetstream had extremely minute control over the power of wind, not the air itself, but actual moving air. He’d created two tiny spiraling vortexes, and had them moving at such an extreme speeds that they cut through the material at a nigh-molecular level. “GAAHH!” The young, twenty year old Kirk bellowed, after crashing through the brick wall, sliding across the dusty wooden floor, the bricks and debris landing around him. “Kirk!” The voice bellowed, “You didn’t think you were the only one, did you??” The voice was more like an animal growling than a human voice. Truly this was Kirk’s first encounter with none other than what could be described as a supervillain. At only sixteen, Kirk had made great strides in using his powers to help all those that were in trouble, saving many lives, though, nearly as many had died, because he hadn’t been able to react quickly enough, or hadn’t thought things through far enough ahead. In those four short years, Kirk had learned to control not only his powers, but his instinctual urges that plagued every young man as they came into adulthood. Not long after his twentieth birthday, suddenly a half man, half creature had appeared, and he had been hunting Kirk down. Though Kirk had thought quickly enough this time and had been able to leave his neighborhood and his loved ones, so as to keep them out of harm’s way. Quite a number of strides had been made since his powers had come into fruition, especially with his family and closest friends. He leapt through the hole in the wall, and crouched low to the floor, his clawed hands and feet tick-tacking as he growled and whipped his tail about. “Jaguar??” Kirk questioned, more like a grunt, as he moved back to his feet. “What??” The mutant replied, his sharp teeth baring. “Is that what your animal half is??” The beastman wasn’t even sure himself, he looked at his hand, covered in spotted fur, after it realized it was being tricked, it noticed Kirk had vanished into the darkness. “No good kid,” it licked its chops, “I can smell you out!” It sniffed, and purred playfully, then snickered menacingly. It leapt upward, stabbing all its feet claws into the wall, while it’s hands had stabbed into a navy blue jacket that Kirk had been wearing. “How clever,” the Jaguar-man snarled, then it began running across the wall, on all fours, “But how long can you last until you’re all out of clothes?!” It laughed.
Here begins the story of The Vanthem Enclave: A sanctuary, for those who have been shunned by society, for those who are different, even for those whose power is extraordinary. A sanctuary for the heroes and a prison for the villains. Once a shining beacon of hope, it will become a desecrated shell of its former self. However like the phoenix, it will rise from the ashes, but at a heavy price. Chapter 1 A Hero’s Work is Never Done “Come on then!!” The Scottish accented voice yelled, followed by cackling laughter. The towering monster-man stood about nine feet tall and weighed around twelve-hundred pounds, he motioned his massive hands at himself. The man opposite from him laid in a pile of rubble, that was once a statue of the once superhero-turned-supervillain, Gravitron. Kirk coughed and as he did he spat blood onto the broken asphalt and concrete lying around him. He stared at it for a moment, how many decades had it been since he’d seen his own blood? He was on his hands and knees, most of him buried in the debris, thus pulling his partly blue-gloved hand out of the crushed asphalt to wipe his mouth. He looked up through his long dark grey bangs. The blood dripped off his salt and pepper goatee as he brought his body up and he floated upward slowly, dust and dirt falling of him as he rose. His blue and red uniform, now dingy and ripped in a few places across his chest and legs, though still symbolic of the hero he’d become. The golden stars on each shoulder, besmirched from the fight, fused with the red coif that made up the upper half, while his chest was still mostly blue and a torn grey and black sash wrapped around his waist. Master Vanthem hovered backward, giving himself some breathing room, while the monstrous villain, clad in bronze scales, continued laughing and jeering his opponent on. “Alright you monster,” Kirk said, chillingly, “Feel my wrath!!” The monster in question was a reptilian looking humanoid, its skin a golden bronze, with beady yellow eyes ten inches apart across its smaller, flat horned-head. Kirk flew straight ahead, becoming a blur of red and blue, and slamming his fists into the gargantuan’s gut. “Guuff!!” Kirk didn’t expect this much resistance! Its dull, clawed feet dug into the road, creating three trenches per foot. As it came to a stop, its four fingered hands wrapped around Kirk’s waist. Pulling and lifting him overhead, then the scream came, “Vanthem!! Master Vantheeeeemmmm!!!” Vanthem could see his young ward running from around the corner of a nearby burning minivan. The youngling punched his hand forward; wind rippled outward from his fist, and eroded the surface under the monster’s feet. Vanthem focused, holding himself in pace while the creature fell through the hole created under its feet. Its claws ripped through his uniform and into his flesh, Kirk winced from the abrasion. But quickly he flipped over, and landed beside the fourteen year old. He put his hands on his knees, breathing heavily, cuts, scrapes and bruising covering nearly every section of his still toned body. He could hear the massive beast bellowing while it crashed through the service and waste tunnel underneath the street. “Master Vanthem,” The young boy leaned over to him, his red and blue mask, two large white streaks coming down over his eyes, and past his cheeks, his nose and mouth exposed, Kirk stood up, coughing, “Jetstream, how’re you holding up?” “Should be asking you that,” Jetstream said, looking up at his mentor. “Oh,” He gave himself a once over, and noticed his cape was ripped all the way up to where it was sown into back of his uniform, “It’s alright,” he breathed in deeply, trying to catch his breath, putting his hand on sides, “I’ll get Mai to make a new one…” “I’m not worried about the uniform, Master,” Jetstream shook his head, eyeing the wounds on Vanthem’s abdomen, “Oh? That’s nothing…” At that exact moment, the grizzled beast’s claws appeared underneath Vanthem’s legs and pulled him through the road. Jetstream flew backward, knowing full well this battle was far above his league. “Gaaahhh!” “Maaasstterrrrrr!” Jetstream called after him, nonetheless. “I’ll show you nothing!” The monster told Kirk, then gave him a solid uppercut to his chin, sending back upward again through the street once more. In this state of unconsciousness mixed with consciousness, Kirk’s mind relinquished itself to memories… All the while his young charge, screaming his name, “Master Vanthem!!” Master Vanthem … Of course he hadn’t always been known by that title, no, he didn’t earn that title until he was forty-five. And even then, it didn’t stick until a national headline read, “Victory Anthem Prevents Trainwreck; Saves 108”. Which was shortened to V-Anthem and finally settled on Master Vanthem. Before that he was referred to as the “Mysterious Flying Man” or for a great number of years, “Eagle Man.” A newspaper clipping flashed in his mind, he posed with a beautiful bald eagle perched on his forearm, while he smiled brilliantly. Those were better days. Although his life had not been filled with much love, joy or compassion and what little he had acquired had been ripped away from him. Unfortunately for him, his powers were both a blessing and a curse, and it came in equal parts. His powers manifested along with puberty, the changing of his body came with quite a number of extra changes that normal people never experience. How fortunate for them… Kirk Beringger grew up in the gritty slums of Riverside, pretty much the ghetto section of Los Angeles. He saw crime after crime go unpunished, even while other heroes walked and flew about saving lives. This anger and need for vengeance manifested itself and created a rift. This rift allowed Kirk to access unfathomable power, but … at a cost. Kirk began to hear the thoughts of every criminal within a few miles, at first this was overbearing and caused a problem in his household. His father was a meager mechanic, barely scrapping the funds to keep their rental property and payments on the ’89 Chevorlet and keep up with his and her addictions. His was the alcohol, hers was more dangerous than either of them knew. Especially when she tried to hide it from Kirk. One day, he confronted her. “Mom, are .. are you selling drugs??” “Wha..??” She exasperated, she couldn’t believe her son would just come right of the blue and ask her something like that! “Honey, why.. why would you ask that?” Her thoughts permeated her deceit, How in the hell would he know something like that?? “Jenna,” Mike came from the kitchen, “I need to talk to you right now,” sweat dotted his forehead, even under the brim of the dirty, greasy cap. Oh thank god, was her last thought then the connection diminished, her thoughts now concentrated elsewhere. Kirk knew things were bad for them, but he hadn’t ever seen anything that pointed toward his mom being a pusher! It infuriated him that not only was she capable of keeping it from him, but she did it incredibly well! He slammed the door to his room behind him and buried his face into his pillow, crying himself slowly to sleep. He didn’t understand why he was suddenly able to hear people’s thoughts, and they were always awful. Happening moments before the murder, the burglary, the rape… His mind drifted into sleep and with it nightmarish visions, of those very crimes overtaking him. Gunfire, knives slashing, then the screams that turned into sirens, he jerked awake. Bright red and blue alternating lights flashed inside his room, as he stared out the window through bloodshot eyes. “Ooohhh..” The memory faded, as it was replaced with the present… He’d landed on the hood of a cop car, the windshield folded in, while the lights flashed overhead, and gave way to the present. He blinked a few times, and opened and closed his mouth as well, chin and teeth hurting like hell. The sounds all muffled at first quickly returned, sirens blaring, then McTurrin’s guttural laughter, … his student screaming his codename since he was forty-five, even that seemed like ages ago, factually only ten years… “Sir?!” The familiar accent of the area, Mastonbury, Scotland, caused Vanthem to jerk up, the officer asked again, “Are ya alright?!” He shook his head, quickly sat up, his cleared vision taking in everything, the destruction their fight had caused across the city, and now, two mammoth holes in the road. Vanthem had been concentrating so much on stopping this creature, McTurrin the Unstoppable, that he hadn’t noticed the amount of collateral damage until now. McTurrin roared while charging directly at him from a few yards away. Vanthem realized he really needed to focus on the here and now and forget the past until McTurrin was unconscious, or hopefully transformed back to his former human self. Vanthem moved with blinding speed, grabbing the officer and moving him to inside a building, while McTurrin turned the car to scrap. “Over here, ya wanker!” Vanthem threw out his own jeers, standing outside, and waving his hand towards himself! The lumbering bronze beast slid to a stop, and began his charge anew. “I see,” Kirk had been battling petty criminals, monsters and even alien monsters for a couple decades now. His analysis skills had improved, but not without a few hundred bumps and bruises to prove that he was more apt to charge than to sit back and analyze. Kirk as Vanthem had become the Hero-Man of his generation, and though he didn’t like to admit it, he was proud of it. He flew outward away from the building, but McTurrin was undeterred, he continued his path, but Vanthem knew he wasn’t after just him. McTurrin was only five feet from turning the wall of windows into so much glass shards, but Vanthem had timed his counterattack perfectly. He had flew behind, grabbed the bronze beast’s left ankle at the right moment and lifted him into the air. But the former McTurrin had also been a brawler, and carried that experience even into his monstrous form. He slammed his fists into Vanthem’s already injured abdomen, and though it caused waves of pain to surge through his body, his death grip clinched all the more. The blow had brought on another flashback, as much as he tried to fight it, the pain had begun to send him into shock. He huffed as he moved to his window and shut the blinds, of course, in their condition, it didn’t make much of a difference, but it was enough to allow him a few more hours of rest. The images had seemed to calm some and then brilliant yellow replaced the previous colors. Suddenly a strange sound wound its way through the corridors of his home. His mom in her best sing-song voice, “Kirk, breakfast’s ready!!” Kirk sat up, gasping, “Breakfast? She never…” He threw his covers off and pulled his black and red striped shirt off, adding it to the pile. Replacing it with a blue and black striped shirt that he jerked from the hanger that bounced about and finally fell. “What the hell’s going on here?” His dad was already seated, shoveling through a stack of pancakes, smothered in gleaming maple syrup and washing it down with a huge glass of orange juice. He swallowed it all, and looked disconcertingly at Kirk, “Now son, you shouldn’t speak like that to your lovely mother?” He pointed his fork at him for a second, until stabbed it into the last bite of the four pancake high heap. Kirk was extremely puzzled, never, in the past twelve years had his dad ever said those words in that order. He swallowed the last bit and continued, “She got up early to fix us this lovely breakf--!” “Stop saying that!” Kirk yelled. Jenna, who was at the stove, shoved her utensils onto the counter, “Now, Kirk, I know things have been rough, but …” She sniffed and quickly wiped the tear away before it could escape her eyelid, “We’re starting over…” Dad chimed in, “We’re turning over new leaves son, and you should do the same..” Mack looked his son up and down, something he hadn’t done in quite awhile, and noticed how pale and sickly he looked. Bags under his eyes made his head appear as a hollow skull. It didn’t help having his black hair slicked back, revealing his full forehead, and with his slumping frame… it hit on his last nerve. “Damn son! How about getting outside and getting some sun and exercise every once in awhile?!” That was more like it, he knew his dad couldn’t keep the façade up for long. It made the corner of his mouth rise. Mack stood quickly, causing Kirk to flinch, Mack only stared, then spun toward the countertop, wiped his hands on the washcloth, leaned to Jenna and pecked her on the cheek. “Thanks, sweetie, that was a nice breakfast,” Jenna was washing her hands in the sink, and she replied, “You’re welcome honeybun…” Vanthem had been flying upward for about two minutes, rocketing through the atmosphere, being driven by pure instinct. While McTurrin had continued to beat on him, Vanthem spun a few times and tossed the wild beast into the countryside. While the separation would only be temporary, Vanthem knew he needed the time to recover. In doing so, he relinquished once more to memories. Despite their attempts at being sincere to one another, Kirk could hear their thoughts, each wanting desperately to betray the other. As the two tried to flirt and make the other believe they were genuinely in love, their thoughts of lust for someone else became that much stronger. Kirk couldn’t stand it, he whipped around, snatched his black hoodie off the arm of the sofa and slipped out the door. His Walkman with a heavy metal cassette already inside, stuffed into the right hand pocket, he shoved the earbuds into his ears and hurried toward the door. Once the door was shut, the parents moved away from each other as if being repulsed by a magnetic force. Kirk knew they stayed together only to hold onto some thread of being a real family. Kirk never felt like they had ever been like a true family. He’d always sensed the hostility between his parents, it didn’t help that when other family members would visit they then appeared to be more at ease. As if they didn’t have to try as hard to keep up the pretense of even liking, much less loving one another. They could pour more attention toward the visitors and things would appear to be fine on the surface. The voices began to pour into his mind once more, overpowering even his loud music, he shook his head, as if trying to shake a fly that was constantly landing on his head. The voices continued, one overrunning the next, he stopped the tape player and Kirk could never seem to grasp a coherent thought, until suddenly one became stronger than the others. …kill her, I’m going to have to kill her, I don’t have any other choice… The other voices faded away and Kirk seemed to be able to concentrate on this particular voice. It was Saturday, thus all school-aged kids were at home, at the mall, anywhere but at the school which is where the voice seemed to be emanating from. Kirk’s body lurched forward, nearly all on its own accord, What in the name of hellfire is going on here?? The beast bounded from its current position, having been thrown the air, and landed in a crouched position. From there it only needed a second to recover, and leap out of the upturned ground. Vanthem had been awaiting the creature’s ascent, it would be its downfall, for Vanthem was master of the air, it was and had been his domain since discovering the ability to fly and speak to all manner of creatures that could also take flight. The shimmering bronze behemoth swung it’s right arm, Vanthem floated effortlessly to the side, and rolled his body around, allowing his right leg to swing from as far back as his limited flexibility would allow and finally into its gut! The resounding thunderclap shattered nearby building windows! “Damn!” Vanthem cursed, thinking he’d just tried saving those same windows! The kinetic force reverberated through McTurrin’s solid body, and eventually, a few milliseconds later, expelled him backward and upward. However before gravity could take hold and bring him crashing back into the city once more, Vanthem burst ahead, and rocketed toward McTurrin’s back. His fists held tight ahead of him, the weight and force of the previous blow wracked Kirk’s body. Though the combination was enough to temporarily knock the massive beast-man out! It had been the opportunity Vanthem awaited since their scrap began! Its mammoth body seemed to hover in the air for an instant which was all that Vanthem needed to grab its left arm. “This time, I’m sending you into the stratosphere!!” He then became like a top, spinning at ultra-sonic speeds, a small tornado appeared from around him, and just as it was about to touch down, he let go. McTurrin was now wide awake, but had no way of stopping his momentum, if anything his weight and size were going to keep him going, and possibly push him out of the upper atmosphere into space!! Kirk breathed heavily, barely holding his right eye open enough to see if this latest attempt to rid the monstrosity was going to be enough. McTurrin slowed as he passed the stratosphere, but Jetstream zoomed past Vanthem, his flight speed rivaled Kirk’s. Kirk would never let him know that though, he had tried calling out to his young charge, but found the skirmish had taken its toll on his aging body. He began to descend, unable to stay awake… A small diagonal crack appeared across McTurrin’s surprised face as he finally came to a stop, just as his body’s motion reversed, gravity finally taking hold. Despite the crack across its head, he grinned, then another sound caused his face to give way to horror. A sonic boom! “GAAAAHHKK!!” was the awful sound as his body, still trying to recover from the two body-shattering hits from Vanthem, blasted upward once more! As the coldness of space crept into his body, McTurrin tried yelling, screaming, yet his voice was gone, as more cracks appeared. Jetstream gathered all the wind power he could muster and blasted it upward. It was the final blow, as McTurrin’s body completely shattered, into thousands and thousands of tiny, frozen bronze-tinted pieces. Jetstream breathed a sigh of relief and hurried back to his Master’s side. Only to find him in a crater on the outskirts of town!! “NOOOOO!!!” He cried, as tears began to pour from the corners of his eyes. Having always had problems landing, he had to send out a surge of wind to slow himself down and even then he fell into a roll. About fifteen birds had gathered around Vanthem and several more on the edge of the crater flew away. Jetstream recovered and ran back to the crater, pounced over the mound and slid down to the center. Kirk’s head was turned away from Jetstream to the left. The young one yanked his mask off, exposing his full head of brown hair. Tears were flooding out of Jetstream’s eyes, as he pushed his knees against Vanthem’s shoulder and upper arm. He slowly put his hand under Vanthem’s head and sniffling, trying to keep the mucus from leaking out of his nose. “Oooohh.. Master Vanthem, you …” He began to sob uncontrollably. No, he wasn’t dead, not yet. Though his mind was in another time… “How??” The man trembled, his hand holding the glock 45, was shaking so hard that he wondered if he’d be able to hold onto the gun! “How did … ? How did you…?” Tears were welling up in his eyes, a fear, one worse than the fear of death had gripped his heart, at first Kirk felt that giving people that feeling was enough and he didn’t have to dispense any more justice. But that had been his first mistake, a friend died because of that mistake, and Kirk would not make it again. “L-l-listen kid, I do—,” The dark skinned man was still shaking. “Shut up!” Kirk shrieked. The man winced as if he’d been attacked, and dropped the firearm. “Oh god, please … I d-d-don’t w-want .. to …” Kirk appeared a few inches from the man’s face, “What? Die?! You don’t want to die?? What about those kids in your house?? Do you think they wanted to be treated that way??!!” Kirk shouted, his teenaged voice echoing through the hallways. “Oh, god, oh, Jesus…” “Don’t,” Kirk’s eyes narrowed. The man cowered away, sliding and crawling away as Kirk pursued him, “D-don’t wh-what??” “Don’t you dare call out to them…” Kirk’s voice had continually gotten lower until it was a mere whisper. “Wh-what??” “God! Jesus!” He shouted, “Don’t call out to them now…” Kirk put his thin hand on the man’s head, his thumb rubbing against the man’s sweat filled forehead. “Please,…” the man continued to beg, sobbing involuntarily, tears and sweat mixed running down his face, dripping all over his protruding abdomen. “It’s too late,” Kirk said, and slammed his fist through the man’s head and into wall behind it. Pulling it back out drug what was left of his head out of the wall, and his flaccid body fell to the floor. Kirk shook his hand, the lingering blood, bone and meat chunks swatted off. He then hovered to the bathroom and spent the entire rest of the morning cleaning his hands. Others had begun to gather at the ridge of the crater, Lady Victory’s holographic image crackled into appearance next to Vanthem’s left side, opposite of where Jetstream was heaving, his head on Kirk’s chest. She was taller than the average woman, and being covered in cloaks, her figure was hard to distinguish. “Jetstream,” Lady Victory snapped, crouching to his level, and looking at Vanthem, “Please stop, he is still breathing and he has a pulse, albeit, a very weak one, but still his heart is beating…” “Ooh,” Jetstream sat up, and wiped his face with his arms. He then attempted to calm his sobbing. “You did very well, Jetstream,” Lady Victory said, though her voice distorted somewhat. Jetstream nodded, and sat on his feet. “Lady Victory,” Jetstream said through harrowed breaths, “Is Diesel on his way?” He sniffed and wiped his nose. “No,” she hesitated, then stood, “Another threat has emerged in Dublin.” He swallowed, “Ireland?” “Correct, currently Master Grayson, Minosaur and Vixen are en route to assist Diesel.” “Oh, oh,” Jetstream’s eyes flicked back and forth, “What .. what do I…?” “Stay here with Vanthem and assist the paramedics who are on their way right now,” her image scattered greatly, as she continued speaking it was greatly distorted and filled with static, Jetstream stood up and tried warning her that the transmission was becoming terribly indistinct. Finally her holographic image ruptured and then vanished. Jetstream looked up at all the people, most were frightened, crying, and only a few appeared stoic. He quickly pulled his mask back on and turned his head toward the sirens. Seconds later vehicle’s engine roaring, and then coming to an abrupt stop. Some of the crowd moved away, while two men made their way into the crater. “Oh, wow,” the taller with short black hair said, once he realized who they were coming to help. “Yeah,” Jetstream rubbed the back of his head, “So come on, and tell me anything I need to do to help!” The paramedics hesitated for a second as they looked down at Master Vanthem then back to Jetstream. They then hurriedly set their equipment down and went to work. One pulled out the artificial lung, placing it over Kirk’s face, helping him breath or in the least return his breathing to normal. They then tried to tear the top half of his uniform off, but even a pair of shears dulled, then broke. “Uh … Jetstream? Can you tear this off?” the tall one asked. Jetstream nodded as he shifted closer, asking, “What’s your names?” “Jerry,” the tall one answered, the shorter one immediately followed, “Markson,” and nodded his head. “Okay listen up,” Jetstream said as he gripped the neckline of Vanthem’s uniform, “He should be stable, I just need you to patch up all these wounds, and check for any internal injuries if you can.” They both nodded, and Jetstream ripped the top straight down the middle. However, he hadn’t used brute strength, Jetstream had extremely minute control over the power of wind, not the air itself, but actual moving air. He’d created two tiny spiraling vortexes, and had them moving at such an extreme speeds that they cut through the material at a nigh-molecular level. “GAAHH!” The young, twenty year old Kirk bellowed, after crashing through the brick wall, sliding across the dusty wooden floor, the bricks and debris landing around him. “Kirk!” The voice bellowed, “You didn’t think you were the only one, did you??” The voice was more like an animal growling than a human voice. Truly this was Kirk’s first encounter with none other than what could be described as a supervillain. At only sixteen, Kirk had made great strides in using his powers to help all those that were in trouble, saving many lives, though, nearly as many had died, because he hadn’t been able to react quickly enough, or hadn’t thought things through far enough ahead. In those four short years, Kirk had learned to control not only his powers, but his instinctual urges that plagued every young man as they came into adulthood. Not long after his twentieth birthday, suddenly a half man, half creature had appeared, and he had been hunting Kirk down. Though Kirk had thought quickly enough this time and had been able to leave his neighborhood and his loved ones, so as to keep them out of harm’s way. Quite a number of strides had been made since his powers had come into fruition, especially with his family and closest friends. He leapt through the hole in the wall, and crouched low to the floor, his clawed hands and feet tick-tacking as he growled and whipped his tail about. “Jaguar??” Kirk questioned, more like a grunt, as he moved back to his feet. “What??” The mutant replied, his sharp teeth baring. “Is that what your animal half is??” The beastman wasn’t even sure himself, he looked at his hand, covered in spotted fur, after it realized it was being tricked, it noticed Kirk had vanished into the darkness. “No good kid,” it licked its chops, “I can smell you out!” It sniffed, and purred playfully, then snickered menacingly. It leapt upward, stabbing all its feet claws into the wall, while it’s hands had stabbed into a navy blue jacket that Kirk had been wearing. “How clever,” the Jaguar-man snarled, then it began running across the wall, on all fours, “But how long can you last until you’re all out of clothes?!” It laughed.
3458 points: skepticalbob's comment in Batman has an estimated net worth of $9 billion, and Gotham has an estimated population of 30 million people. This means if Bruce Wayne gives away all his money everyone gets $300. In a city filled with corruption and organized crime this guy would rather have $300 than Batman?!?!
2019.08.07 02:36 upup190317[UPUP #67] Myler Keogh v Percy Bennet
Below is text for discussion, ennoblement of the soul, bumper sticker grist . . . as you like it. Next UPUP will be Aug 9, then Aug 12, then back to every four days. egoist 304-306 - gabler 12.939-988 Cylops-wide article, blogs, markups Specific to #67 http://www.jjon.org/joyce-s-words/pet-lamb —Talking about violent exercise, says Alf, were you at that Keogh-Bennett match? —No, says Joe. —I heard So and So made a cool hundred quid over it, says Alf. —Who? Blazes? says Joe. And says Bloom: —What I meant about tennis, for example, is the agility and training the eye. —Ay, Blazes, says Alf. He let out that Myler was on the beer to run up the odds and he swatting all the time. —We know him, says the citizen. The traitor’s son. We know what put English gold in his pocket. —True for you, says Joe. And Bloom cuts in again about lawn tennis and the circulation of the blood, asking Alf: —Now, don’t you think, Bergan? —Myler dusted the floor with him, says Alf. Heenan and Sayers was only a bloody fool to it. Handed him the father and mother of a beating. See the little kipper not up to his navel and the big fellow swiping. God, he gave him one last puck in the wind, Queensberry rules and all, made him puke what he never ate. It was a historic and a hefty battle when Myler and Percy were scheduled to don the gloves for the purse of fifty sovereigns. Handicapped as he was by lack of poundage, Dublin’s pet lamb made up for it by superlative skill in ringcraft. The final bout of fireworks was a gruelling for both champions. The welterweight sergeantmajor had tapped some lively claret in the previous mixup during which Keogh had been receivergeneral of rights and lefts, the artilleryman putting in some neat work on the pet’s nose, and Myler came on looking groggy. The soldier got to business, leading off with a powerful left jab to which the Irish gladiator retaliated by shooting out a stiff one flush to the point of Bennett’s jaw. The redcoat ducked but the Dubliner lifted him with a left hook, the body punch being a fine one. The men came to handigrips. Myler quickly became busy and got his man under, the bout ending with the bulkier man on the ropes, Myler punishing him. The Englishman, whose right eye was nearly closed, took his corner where he was liberally drenched with water and when the bell went came on gamey and brimful of pluck, confident of knocking out the fistic Eblanite in jigtime. It was a fight to a finish and the best man for it. The two fought like tigers and excitement ran fever high. The referee twice cautioned Pucking Percy for holding but the pet was tricky and his footwork a treat to watch. After a brisk exchange of courtesies during which a smart upper cut of the military man brought blood freely from his opponent’s mouth the lamb suddenly waded in all over his man and landed a terrific left to Battling Bennett’s stomach, flooring him flat. It was a knockout clean and clever. Amid tense expectation the Portobello bruiser was being counted out when Bennett’s second Ole Pfotts Wettstein threw in the towel and the Santry boy was declared victor to the frenzied cheers of the public who broke through the ringropes and fairly mobbed him with delight.
2018.10.31 06:54 Craftomatic751000 Fantasy Booking Tournament: European Championship
WWE Europe: The Beginning April 2019 Manchester Arena Manchester, England WWE European Title Match (Elimination Match) Drew McIntyre VS Finn Balor VS Cesaro VS Sheamus VS Rusev VS Wade Barrett (The Build-Up)
*The creation of WWE Europe annouced during Wrestlemania weekend led some WWE Superstars to leave RAW and Smackdown and make WWE Europe their permanent home. Drew McIntyre, Finn Balor, Sheamus, Cesaro and Rusev was the biggest names and they were instantly booked in an elmination match to crown the WWE European Champion. Wade Barrett was a startling return as he was named as the surprise final entrant.*
*The first elimination of the match was a shocker as The Bar teamed up and eliminated the favorite, Finn Balor. Balor looked very upset with the early elimination. The second elimination turned out to be Rusev after a Claymore Kick by Drew. The third elimnation was Sheamus as he was shocked to be rolled up by his partner, Cesaro but in the end Sheamus seemingly shrugged off the betrayal and walked to the back. Cesaro's actions proved to be wrong as he was the next elimination as Barrett caught him with the Bull Hammer for the pin. Finally Drew McIntyre became the European Champion by dodging a Bull Hammer attempt and nailing the Claymore Kick instead. William Regal and Triple H presented Drew the new title and Drew made a speech to a roaring crowd.*
WWE Europe: King of the Ring May 2019 SSE Hydro Glasglow, Scotland WWE European Title Match- Drew McIntyre VS Wade Barrett (The Build Up)
*Drew McIntyre instantly became a fan favorite as the people flocked to his hard hitting/bad ass style. Drew followed up his win by declaring himself a fighting champion and that he will give anybody a shot at the title that deserved it. Drew was instantly challenged by Barrett, who claimed that he took Drew to the limit after being out of the ring for years. Barrett promised that in a rematch that he will defeat the champion.*
*The match was a hard hitting contest as it was showcased by Barrett losing a front tooth from a hard right hand from the Scottish Psycho. Barrett put up a valiant effort but in the end McIntyre was able to connect with a Claymore Kick and get the win. After the match, McIntyre was confronted by The King of Ring winner, Cesaro, who challenged him to a match.*
WWE Europe: Revolution June 2019 Accorhotels Arena Paris, France WWE European Title Match Drew McIntyre VS Cesaro (The Build Up)
*Cesaro made him the number one contender by defeating Peter Dunne in the finals of The King of the Ring. Cesaro claimed it was his time to finally seize the spotlight after he turns on Sheamus. Cesaro then announces Layla as his new manager as she returns to the WWE. Cesaro new attitude shows as he attacks Drew numerous times leading up to the show.*
*Cesaro shows a side to him that we have never seen as he tries to take every shortcut that he can to win the title. The ending comes when Layla tries to get invovled in the matchup and it backfires on Cesaro as he gets hairspray to the eyes and then turns blindly into a Claymore Kick for the loss.*
WWE Europe: Gladiators July 2019 PalaLottomatica Rome, Italy Main Event-Non Title Drew McIntyre VS Triple H (The Build-Up)
*Triple H shows up in WWE Europe and says he is impressed by Drew McIntyre and that Vince was right saying years ago that he was The Chosen One. He then went on to degrade WWE Europe calling it the minor leagues and calls out Drew from the back. HHH offers Drew a chance to come back to RAW. Drew declines it and angers HHH. HHH says that Drew will regret his decsion. Drew then over the next few weeks faces challengers handpicked by HHH but he is able to defeat Aliester Black, The Great Babutunde and Killian Dain. HHH finally reappears and says that he will do it himself as books himself in a non-title match in Rome. lear*
*Drew and HHH is more less a fight and the crowd loves the match up. Drew finally gets his landmark victory as he sends HHH back to the United States with a loss when he surprises by HHH by kicking out after The Pedigree and then ends up catching him with a Claymore Kick. The face locker room comes out and celebrates Drew as they make it out as a night for the company as a whole that showed them they belong.*
WWE Summer Slam August 2019 Staples Center Los Angeles, California WWE European Title Match Drew McIntyre VS The Mountain w/Conor McGregor (special referee) (The Build-Up)
*Just when Drew thought it was over with the WWE, Stephanie appeared via satelitte on WWE Europe. She congratulated Drew on his win against her husband but announced that she has personally signed Drew's next opponent as he will come back to the United States and defend his title at SummerSlam. Drew looks confused but the crowd goes wild when Hafbor Juilus Bjornsson or more commonly known to many as "The Mountain" appears on the ramp. We learn that the strongman has been signed to the WWE for a few months and has been training in NXT. We see clips of his dominance and WWE Europe GM, William Regal, is irate. The next week, Regal says that he talked personally to Vince McMahon and pleaded his case that Drew and WWE Europe as a whole was being treated unfairly by HHH and Stephanine. He also claimed that there was no way that Drew would get a fair fight in the U.S. He says Vince gave him the power to appoint a special referee for the match and the roof came off the place when Conor McGregor was named to the role. It was a sight to be seen at the contract signing as Conor was dwarfed stading between Drew and The Mountain.*
*The Mountain looked better then most thought he would as he already rivaled Braun Strowman with his in-ring skills. He dominated most of the match as anything Drew threw at him didn't seem to phase the giant at all. Conor mostly stayed out of the action only yelling at Bjornsson a couple of times for breaking holds. Finally after a blatant choke, tempers flared as Conor tried to get Mountain off of Drew but instead he sent Conor flying across the ring with a little shove. Conor has had enough as the two start to argue. This gave Drew enough time to recover and Bjornsson turned around into a Claymore Kick but only went to a knee. This allowed Conor to hit a combination of punches to the jaw of The Mountain before a second Claymore Kick from McIntyre. Conor counted the pinfall as he and Drew celebrated to a roaring crowd.*
WWE Europe: Clash of Champions September 2019 Max-Schemling Halle Berlin, Germany WWE European Championship (Champion VS Champion) Drew McIntyre VS WALTER (Build-Up)
*Finally the war with the WWE and HHH/Stephanie was over and there was a much louder buzz and a lot more eyes on WWE Europe. This was the perfect time to push a new star and that man was the WWE Europe Television Champion, WALTER. WALTER broke into the compnay and has suffered only one loss and that was to the hands of Sheamus. WALTER and his manager, Drake Maverick, confronted Drew and said he has been dodging WALTER for months but Drew just chuckled at the claim. Finally during a title match with Alexander Wolfe, WALTER sneak attacked the champion and got his attention as Drew agreed to a match at Clash of Champions.*
*WALTER proved he belonged in the big time and he had the support of the crowd after spending much of his career in Germany. WALTER left the champs chest red and bloody but he didn't leave with the title. Drew was able to escape a power bomb attempt and nailed the Claymore Kick for the victory.*
WWE Europe: Red Alert October 2019 Megasport Arena Moscow, Russia WWE European Championship Drew McIntyre VS Rusev (Build Up)
*The next event was announced as major news as WWE Europe was going to Moscow. William Regal instantly got pressured by Lana to book Rusev in the main event in her home country. Regal gave the Bulgarian Brute a chance and Rusev defeated Neville for the shot at Drew. McIntyre and Rusev said they would put their friendship aside and will both will put up a great fight at Red Alert.*
*The crowd was red hot in Moscow as Lana and Rusev reenacted their Wrestlemania entrance by coming into the arena on a Russian Tank. Drew and Rusev had a hard fought, clean match that Rusev almost won with The Accolade but Drew was able to get to the ropes. Drew shocked everyboy when he was able to get Rusev to tap out to the Boston Crab after Rusev looked to injure his back earlier in the match. The took shook hands after the match and Lana even got involved as the crowd cheered all three superstars.*
WWE: Survivor Series November 2019 United Center Chicago, Illinois WWE European Championship-Fatal Four Way Drew McIntyre VS Neville VS Finn Balor VS Becky Lynch (The Build-Up)
*William Regal announced that the WWE Europe will be competing in the U.S. at Survivor The crSeries and that he wanted to steal the show with the European title match. He annouced a series of matches to qualify for a Fatal Four Way to face Drew McIntyre. The first qualifier was Neville as he defeated WWE European Cruiserweight Champion, Will Ospreay, Jimmy Havoc and Tyler Bate in a ladder match. The second qualifier was Finn Balor as he bested Wade Barrett, Rusev, Sheamus, Cesaro, WALTER, Peter Dunne and Nick Aldis in a beat the clock challenge. Finally the shocking fourth qualifier was WWE Europe Women's Champion, Becky Lynch, when she snuck in an entered a Battle Royal and won it eliminating Aliester Black with a running knee. Regal at first rejected the idea of Becky being involved in the match but after the crowd's reaction he put her back in.*
*This was one of the most talked about matches leading up to the night and after the night. The moves of Neville and Balor throughout the match was unbelievable, Drew was the warrior champion and Becky Lynch was surviving. The crowd was on their feet when after a Red Arrow by Neville on Balor and with Drew down on the outside, Becky took advantage of Neville hurting himself on the move and locked in the armbar. Neville looked in pain as Becky pulled on the joint with all she had. Finally to the boos of the crowd, Balor got up and broke it up before the tapout. The end of the match saw Drew go for a Claymore Kick on Balor but he moved and he nailed Becky instead. Drew looked concern for Becky and was going to check on her when Balor rolled him up and held onto the tights for the pin to become new champion. The crowd was shocked at Balor's actions but he didn't seem to care as he celebrated with his title.*
WWE Europe: Fight Night December 2019 3Arena Dublin, Ireland WWE European Championship-Title VS Career Finn Balor VS Sheamus (The Build-Up)
*The Balor heel turn was complete as Regal booked him a rematch with Drew and Eddie Hall showed up. Hall interfered in the match and was revealed as Balor's bodyguard. Soon the Balor club was back in business as Aleister Black and Killian Dain joined up. Balor's action got worse when he then attacked William Regal backstage and then he pie faced Becky Lynch the next week when she confronted him for his actions. These decisions caught the ire of Sheamus as he came to the rescue of Becky. This led to Interim General Manager, Fit Finlay, to book Sheamus and Balor. Balor claimed that Sheamus hasn't earned a title shot because he had been on a losing streak. He then challenged Sheamus to put his career on the line versus that title. Sheamus agreed and Balor vowed to end Sheamus career in front of his family in Dublin.*
*Sheamus was on fire from the start as he dominated the match in front of his fans and family but the crowd as a whole was split between the two Irishmen. The crowd went wild when the referee banished Eddie Hall from ringside after he tripped Sheamus. The ending came when Balor hit a low blow behind the referee and pinned Sheamus after a series of vicious V-Triggers. After realizing he lost, Sheamus got teary eyed and hugged his family at ringside. The Irish fans gave him a standing ovation as Cesaro, Finlay, Becky and others came out and honored Sheamus.*
WWE: Royal Rumble January 2020 Wells Fargo Arena Philadelphia, Pennsylvania WWE European Championship-Ladder Match Finn Balor VS Drew McIntyre (The Build Up) William Regal announced that the Royal Rumble was coming up and that WWE Europe was going to be a big part of it. Finn Balor confronted Regal and said that there was no more people for him to face in this company. Balor then challenged Regal to a match and Regal looked ready to do it when the former champion, Drew McIntyre, showed up. McIntyre said he deserved another shot at Balor due to Eddie Hall's interference in his rematch. Regal agreed to the match. The next week, Drew was in a match against WALTER when Balor, Hall, Black and Dain showed up and surrounded the ring. Drew looked in trouble but then The Mountain returned and took out Black and Dain. Hall was ready to fight Moutain but Balor calmed him down and they left through the crowd. Bjornssen offered to be in Drew's corner at the Rumble and said he respect Drew after their battle at Summer Slam. The two shook hands as Drew accepted his offer but The Mountain said that if Drew wins and he wins the Rumble that he was coming after him. Drew seemed to have no problem with it. Finally Regal stated that the match needed something else to put it over the top and decleared it would be a ladder match, Balor didn't look pleased at the turn of events. (The Match) The match was total chaos and the Philly fans ate it up. The two men battled it out and each has mutliple chances at the title only to be thwarted at the top by the others. McIntyre using a series of vicious headbutts stood out and got a round of "Holy Shit" from the crowd. Soon total chaos broke out in the ring as while Eddie Hall was kept in the check by The Moutain's presence the others members of Balor Club, Aliester Black and Killian Dain made their way down to ringside but before they could get there they was ambushed by Heath Slater and Jinder Mahal as Drew looked happy with seeing his former 3 Man Band stablemates. This led to Eddie Hall to make his way into the ring to try and help Balor but The Mountain beat him into it first and sent Hall flying over the top rope with an incredile clothesline. Soon Balor saw himself facing The Mountain and Drew and didn't know what to do. The Mountain backed Balor into the corner as he ordered Drew to start climbing. Balor looked helpless as he didn't want to confront Bjornssen and he was watching his title slip away. Suddenly The Mountain reaches up and grabs Drew by the throat and chokeslams 9 feet off the ladder. Balor is in shock as The Moutanin starts shouting at Drew, laying on the mat. You can almost see a light bulb appear over Balor's head as he quickly surveys the situation and scampers up the ladder with quickness and unhooks the title for the win. He celebrates on top of the ladder as The Mountain leaves the ring and Drew is left sprawled out on the mat. WWE Europe: No Way Out February 2020 02 Arena London, England WWE European Championship-Hell in a Cell Finn Balor VS William Regal (Build-Up) Regal is furious over the events at Royal Rumble as Balor basked in his own glory. Balor said he has survived every obstacle that Regal has thrown at him. Regal finally asks Balor if he was serious months ago when he challenged the GM to a match. Regal seems confused as Regal decides that he has one more match in him and he books himself to face Balor in London at No Way Out in Hell in a Cell. Balor though doesn't seem bothered at all about the announcement as says he will put Regal out of his misery. (Match) The bout is a blood fest as both men get busted open in the encounter. Although he is a step slower then he used to be, Regal is still a top notch technician as he slows down the match in his favor. You can see the pain in Balor in every strike Regal hits and every move where Regal stretches out his joints. Fans are on the edge of their seats when Balor climbs on top of the cage and Regal follows. Regals seems out of his element that high but after an exchange Regal tosses Balor off the cage and through the announce table. The crowd is in a frenzy as Hall checks on Balor and Regal climbs down the cage. It takes Regal forever to get down and Balor is crawling out of the rubble aided by Hall. Regal nails Hall with a series of chair shots and then is able to get Balor back into the ring. Regal looks to put Balor away but of nowhere Balor lands an uppercut that knocks Regal out cold. Balor covers him slowly and gets the pin as we see the brass knuckles on Balor's hand. We see replays of Hall sliding them to Finn as he helped him recover. Hall picks up Balor over his shoulder and carries him to the back. Finn might have kept the title but there isn't no winners after a match like this. Paramedics come out and check on Regal as he has lost a lot of blood throughout the match but an angry Regal pushes him away. The bloody Regal stands in the middle of the ring as the crowd gives him a standing ovation for his effort here tonight. WWE Europe: Uncensored March 2020 Ziggo Dome Amsterdam, Netherlands WWE European Championship-No DQ Finn Balor VS Eddie Hall (Build Up) The ego of Balor is out of control after No Way Out and he says that nobody can beat him and he makes the mistake by commenting that he does it all by himself. Hall seems to take exception to this comment but stays quiet. His look though isn't missed by Regal. The next week, Regal calls Balor and Hall out to the ring along with the rest of Balor Club. Regal says Balor got the best of him during Hell in a Cell and he beat Regal at his own game. Regal says that Balor has defeated everybody that he has put in front of him and it's harder then ever to find somebody that will be a challenge. He then turns to Eddie Hall and offers the next title shot to him. Balor is stunned and Hall is confused. Balor starts yelling at Hall as he hesitates with his answer. Balor grabs Hall by his arm to get his attentioin but Hall swats him away. The two argue before Hall shoves him across the ring easily. Black and Dain attack Hall but Hall dispatches both with a clothelsine to Black and a belly to belly suplex to Dain. Hall accepts Regal's offer. In the next weeks, Hall picks up wins against both Black and Dain while Balor dodges the big man. (The Match) Eddie Hall shows off his impressive strength at one time he gorilla presses Balor and throws him completely out of the ring by at least 6 feet. Balor seems to look for a weakness on him but his stirkes seem to have no effect. Hall nails a couple splashes into the corner and a big suplex. He goes for a vertical suplex but Balor wiggles free and chopblocks Eddie's knee. Eddie screams in pain as Balor starts working over the joint. Each move where Hall screams you see confidence come over Balor. He makes a mistake though by a series of slaps to the face that infuriates Hall. Hall is now on fire with a series of lariats and a big boot. Hall sets up Balor on the top rope and is looking for a Samoan Drop but once again Balor wiggles free and powerbombs Hall off the turnbuckles. He then follows up with his finisher, knocks the wind out of Hall and picks up the win. WWE: Wrestlemania April 2020 Wembley Stadium London, England WWE European Championshiop-Dublin Street Fight Finn Balor VS Conor McGregor (Build Up) Regal is once again distraught as his nemesis, Balor, has overcame another opponent. Regal tells Fit Finlay backstage that he doesn't know who he has left to give Balor a challenge that is big enough with Wrestlemania coming. Then his cellphone rings and Regal is shocked by the caller, he is now happy and when he hangs up he tells Finlay that everything will be okay. The next week Balor says that Wrestlemania is finally coming to the UK and he wants a match to make history. He then says he doesn't know who will give him that. He says that he has defeated almost everybody on the roster and who he hasn't faced isn't even worth his time. Finally Regal comes out and tells Balor not to worry that he has his opponent for him. Balor laughs as Finlay comes out to, he mocks Finlay for awhile but Finlay finally tells Balor that he just wants to be out to be part of history. Regal then announces Balor opponenet as Conor McGregor. Conor is there and the crowd goes wild. Conor is on the top of his game trash talking wise as he cuts a promo that makes people laugh and just makes Balor look bad. Finally Black and Dain come from the back as Balor warns him that this isn't the UFC. The two get in the ring and look to attack Conor but he catches the both with a series of punches and wows the crowd by picking up Dain and driving him to the mat, mounts him and rains down vicious blows. Balor doesn't help him and runs for cover. The next week, Dain and Black is furious that Balor left them to Conor and said they are done with Balor Club. For the first time Balor in WWE Europe, Balor is alone with Wrestlemania coming (The Match) Conor's ability in the ring is shocking as we learn that Regal and Finlay has took him under their wing and taught him a thing or two and he shows it right off with a series of catch all wrestling moves. Balor changes the match with a rake to the eyes and mocks Conor by saying this isn't MMA. Balor then takes him to the outside and uses the apron, steps, steel post and railing to his advantage injuring Conor. Regal comes out to the ringside and tries to fire Conor up as Finn puts him a coverleaf. Conor battles to the ropes and Balor is forced to let go of the hold. Balor then dodges a wild swing from McGregor and delivers the Sling Blade then after a dropkick in the corner. Balor goes to the top to finish him. Balor plays the crowd and jumps off but Conor bounces up and nails him with a solid shot to the jaw in mid-air. Balor is dazed as Conor quickly bounces and locks in the Regal Stretch. Regal is beside himself as Conor cranks on the pressure. Balor goes for the ropes and crawls almost into the face of a screaming Regal. Balor reaches for them but is just an inch close as he taps instead. The crowd goes wild and some are in shock as Conor is declared the new champion. Regal gets in the ring and raises Conor's hand and gives hi the title. The photo of McGregor holding the belt over his head is seen across the globe with Balor sunken in the corner behind him wiht his face in his hands.
I felt the heat most on the bridge of my nose and on the fat pockets under my eyes. Even through the windshield of the van, the sunlight made me squint and turned the top of my hair as molten as its color. Knowing I wouldn’t need the gas for later, I turned the air conditioner on full. Then I waited. No one tried to stop me. Cormac had been around so long he was forecasted like the weather, and he was due within an hour. To pass the time I listened to a CD of my old stand-up routine. The one I’d done right before everyone decided I wasn’t funny. Halfway through a hackneyed routine about how office life sucked, I saw Cormac crest a hill. He was just big enough to see and my stomach twisted. If I stared hard, I could tell he was blue. I gripped the steering wheel. The voice of a younger and oblivious me droned from the speakers. I could still turn around and call the whole thing off. No one knew I was out here… because no one cared. The thought of that got me out of the car more than anything else. Do or die, schedule be damned. I walked toward Cormac. Slow like honey poured out of the wide-lipped mouth of a mason jar, that was Cormac. Inevitable as the grind of tectonic plates, that was Cormac too. Cold and terrifying as the meaningless black between the stars, that was Cormac most of all. As we were in the middle of the desert, there was nobody else around. I’d planned it that way so there wouldn’t be any distractions. Cormac still drew onlookers, but not here. There were no roads anywhere near and no one without a GPS would have been able to navigate. Cormac was on his way to Los Angeles, to tear it into little bits. Everyone knew that’s where he was going because Cormac only ever walked in a straight line. Until he was done with a place and started new. Sooner than I would have liked, I was in front of him. The blue, almost granite-like, hue of his body made him seem part of a heat haze. Like a mirage, except he had destroyed the Three Gorges dam in the course of an afternoon, busted every Power Plant in the state of New York, and broken who knew how many monuments. I held my finger an inch from Cormac’s face, and stared him in the eye. Or what I thought was his eye. Cormac was humanoid, but no one really had any fucking idea what he was made of or where he came from. “I’m not touching you.” I said. I held my finger there a while longer, and took a step back. Cormac’s expression, or what passed for his expression had not changed. I swallowed hard and held my finger steady. “I’m not touching you.” I repeated, careful that I shouldn’t slip and actually make contact. My heart hammered so hard I could feel it there at the end of my fingertip. Pounding as if to burst the skin and smear Cormac with its hidden red essence. Christ, I had stage fright. “I’m not touching you!” I screamed so loud it echoed off the mesas. The day after my dad died I got a gym membership. I told the instructor I wanted to be a runner. He didn’t say much about it, since I figured a lot of people must have been compelled to work under the same regimen with Cormac around. Not that it meant much, as you’d have to be a turtle for him to catch you. It was a psychological thing. I’d spent a year training. I had been a string bean when I started, but now I was a string bean with muscles, sinews and fibers. I looked like a fast string bean. I wore shorts with a long sleeve running shirt. My hat shaded my red hair from the sun. “Why’d the chicken cross the road, Cormac?” I taunted. I was dancing around him, with my finger held a few inches away. I was careful not to touch him as that would mean death. Whatever Cormac was made from, it killed humans in milliseconds. “It wanted to cluck your mother. Ha ha, get it Cormac? It wanted to cluck your mother?” Someone smart had once tried to knock Cormac into orbit. They’d been the first person to realize that Cormac was indestructible. Working from that, they’d realized it didn’t matter how strong or indestructible he was, he still had finite mass. After they’d figured out how to strap a rocket to him faster than he could take it off, they’d launched him. The corks were barely out of the champagne before he reappeared, right in the exact spot he had been, and resumed walking. They’d figured it had cost him about thirty seconds. “Cormac! Did you fart? Whoo boy, I can smell it all the way over here.” I farted again for good measure. There were a lot of beans at my camp sites. No one had ever figured out how he did the reappearance trick. That was still back when we thought there was a way of getting rid of Cormac. Back before the world had gone into damage control. They tried a couple of more times, then they figured he had to have some kind of massless drive. No one knew why he didn’t use it at ground level. Probably couldn’t. “Cormac, would you rather be kicked once in the junk or punched twice in the face?” I ran in front of him and bent over, grabbing my ankles and let a big one rip. “Fine! Before you have to ask they’ll all be at equal strength and the foot isn’t sharp. Just a regular sneaker.” I put my hands over my face so that it looked like I was wearing pair of glasses, and then stuck out my tongue. They’d tried a neutron bomb first, once he was away from population centers. There was plenty of time to evacuate, and there wasn’t much confusion as to where he might be going. After that hadn’t worked they’d tried a hydrogen bomb, just to see if it would make any difference. It hadn’t. We’d exhausted gun fire, explosives, and all other conventional warheads long before that point. It didn’t even slow him down. One mile per hour. No faster no slower. I saw the moon had risen and realized I’d stayed too long. I’d been too excited. I’d been too busy testing for a reaction. If I was going to keep it up I had to stick to the schedule. Keep to the plan. I had to endure. I had to be as regular and inevitable as Cormac himself. “I’ve got to go for the night, ol’ buddy. Your mother called and said she needs a good fucking. Guess your daddy turned gay or something. Oh, and by the way, I’m still not touching you.” After I jogged to my first camp, I took a long drink. I also took out both of my alarm clocks. One was solar powered, the other on a battery that was guaranteed for three years. I suppose I could have gotten another alarm clock, with another battery, but that seemed too redundant. I knew how this was going to end anyway, and as long as I got to the fifth camp I would live to see the endgame. I took out my alarm clocks and set them to wake me up in eight hours, and slept. Cormac would be one half-mile away when I woke up. I intended that he watch me wake up every morning. Always out of reach. I’d gotten the idea from stuff I’d read in history about some Arab guy that had led an army through the desert by following a trail of oases. The rest of it, the part of it that didn’t involve any fighting, well, that’d been all me as far as I could tell. Taking advantage of Cormac’s clockwork regularity and a GPS tracker, I’d laid out ten fully stocked base camps through the desert wilderness. I had unloaded them one at a time from my van until I’d eventually reached Cormac. Once on the move, as long as I did a brisk hour and a half jog toward dusk, I could be at a camp every night and rise to meet Cormac every morning. My actual mission was complicated. It had occurred to me, some time long before I had resolved to do it, that where weapons failed I might succeed. Perhaps because of my failures as a comedian, I had begun to wonder if the indestructible Cormac might be heckled to death. I broke camp early in the morning. The sun hadn’t even risen, the alarm clocks hadn’t even gone off, but I was eager and jogged to Cormac. If I really looked at him, I could see a sort of pale blue glow coming out of the crystalline cracks of what I assumed was his skin. “Sorry I’m late, buddy. Your mom wouldn’t let me pull out until a little bit ago. Then I had to wipe all the shit off my dick. Next time you talk to her, tell that bitch to stop eating corn. I got a kernel stuck in my foreskin.” I gave an exaggerated yawn. Cormac kept walking. “It ever bother you that no one comes out to see you anymore?” There had been some cults once that had worshiped Cormac. Most of them went away after the inevitable happened. Never-sleeping Cormac would get a hold of someone and murder them with slow, absent-minded efficiency. Only one person had ever survived contact with Cormac. Dumb kid had fallen asleep in her car waiting for Cormac to show up, like he was fucking Santa Claus. She’d been wearing very thick clothes, which was what saved her from his initial touch. After realizing with horror that Cormac had gotten a grip on her wrist while she was asleep, she’d cut off her own hand. “I know your mom’s better company than you, but still. I knew a guy with some retard pedophile for a brother. He still took a trip up to the loony bin every year at Christmas to see him. Oh but look at me talk, you’ll be wanting to kill yourself if I keep it up.” Cormac’s head pointed dead ahead. I walked over to the side of the highway and grabbed fistful of pebbles. I threw them one at a time, and bounced them off Cormac’s face. He didn’t so much as turn in my direction. “Would you say you look more like a Vegas attraction reject, or more like a stain glass window made by someone with palsy? ‘Cause I just think you look like a dick.” I bounced a rock right off of Cormac’s eye. “What’s the first thing you’re going to break when you get out to LA? Too many fake tits there, for my money. Not that I’m saying they’re all bad. I mean, your mom’s got some great hooters. I could suck on those puppies all night. But if you took out a few plastic surgery centers that would probably be a big help.” I grabbed a stick, walked round behind Cormac, and held it against what I figured was his butt-hole. Except that Cormac didn’t shit. Or eat. Or sleep. “I don’t know if you know this, seeing as how you can’t speak or whatever, but you’re the reason there’s no nuclear power anymore. You got too close that time in New York. Almost had a meltdown. How many guy’s was it that died carrying all the hot stuff out? Fifty? “They have to figure out how to take dams apart when you’re around too. Millions of people displaced by that. Some of those green wackos think you’re the best thing for the environment we’ve ever had. Me? I just know you’re a guy who loves having a stick in his ass so much that he won’t say a word to have it taken out.” I took the stick and walked to the front of Cormac and held it where his nose might have been. “You should take a whiff of this Cormac. God awful stuff. It’s probably what your father’s shit smells like after a night of gang bangs. Tell me Cormac, how is it possible for one man to love taking cock that much?” I turned and threw the stick far ahead. “Fetch!” Cormac kept walking, unperturbed. “Ah, fuck it. We’ll get there eventually.” I didn’t give a shit if Cormac was impervious to attack. There was no such thing as perfect self-esteem. “If I tell you a secret, promise you won’t tell anyone else?” I had taken to standing in front of Cormac long enough for him to reach toward me, before stepping back. Risky, and far ahead of what I had laid out for a schedule, but it was the only thing I could do to make him react. “I used to masturbate to my second cousin. All the time. Every day I came home from school, I’d have to whip one out to her. I knew it was wrong, but she had the best tits I’d ever seen, next to your mother.” Cormac reached for my throat, but I leaned back so that he missed by the smallest of margins. Still wasn’t much more passionate than swatting at a fly. “Another thing I want to get off my chest. One time I was at a sleep-over. Must’ve only been eight or nine. Took a big ol’ shit. Huge. Like the one your father has all over the operating room table while they’re trying to shove his asshole back inside. Anyhow, the toilet wouldn’t flush. Wouldn’t you know it, not a plunger in sight. So I left it. Pretended I didn’t know who’d done it. “There was a dirty kid there named Ryan Sivyer, so I let him take the blame. Would you believe that Ryan Sivyer didn’t invite me back to his birthday the next month? Never accused me directly. Passive aggressive asshole.” Cormac thought he was going to get clever and get me with his other hand, the one I’d led him to believe I wasn’t watching, but I moved again so that his fingers came up short. “Chick I used to date in high school, I did some bad shit with her too. She was one of those goth weirdos, had a tongue ring and could suck a dick like no one’s business. I was only going with her because I liked her sister. I stole a pair of her sister’s panties one night when I was over at her house. No one ever said nothing about it. I used them for a jizz rag for what had to be six months before I threw them away.” It was getting late. I was off schedule again. I cussed at myself for it, but I wanted to… I hadn’t planned on it for two days. I pulled out my dick, so close to Cormac that he had to be infuriated even though he gave no sign. Even as slow as he was I felt vulnerable. Staring Cormac in the face, I let loose a stream of urine that splattered all over his iridescent blue feet. “As you may be able to tell, old buddy old pal. I have a habit for pissing people off.” I raised the stream and pissed all over Cormac’s abdomen. I got part of his hand for good measure. “Ha ha! Do you get it, Cormac? Pissing people off?” I let the stream go to a drizzle before I zipped my fly. “Anyhow, I need to go for the night. Drink up. Your mother gets moody if I don’t piss on her at least a little.” I sat by the campfire, drank some water and ate another plate of baked beans. It would be week and a half before Cormac got to a population center. It would be the longest stand-up performance of my life, with the world’s worst audience. No distractions. For the either of us. I laid down, set the alarm clocks, and looked up at the stars. Which one had Cormac come from? Where were his people? Where were the other Cormacs? God help me, did Cormac even understand English? Cormac was an Irish word for “Destroying Son.” It’d stuck, at least in the English speaking world, because the first place Cormac had ever appeared was Ireland, and some writer had written a poem. Cormac had walked up out of the ocean, and walked straight to Dublin. It was kept secret for a while. They’d pass off whatever he broke as an “unscheduled demolition.” No one knew why he’d gone there first. It was probably random, since we’d later figured out he’d landed in the Atlantic Ocean like a meteor and spent two weeks walking the ocean floor. It was probably the closest dry land to his drop spot. After a while it had gotten to be too big to cover up. Cormac had ripped up every power plant in the city. Tore them to bits. He did that with every major utility he found. In a matter of days 1.6 million people were without power, water, or any of the amenities that make city life possible. He had made Dublin unlivable within three weeks. “As you can see, I’m up bright and early this morning. I pulled a trick on your mom. I face fucked her so hard last night she passed out. Wasn’t able to wake up this morning to make me throw her another pity fuck. I know, I was afraid the slut might be dead too, but I checked for a pulse before I left. “‘Fraid to say your dad took a turn for the worse though. The doctors had to… cut him a new asshole! Ha ha! Get it Cormac? Because his other one had been fucked to pulp?!?” I grabbed another handful of rocks, and took my time so that each one hit Cormac between the legs. It may not have been his dick. His dick may have been in the chest for all I knew, but I figured it was the thought that counted. “When I was in college, I went back to my home town one weekend. Almost no one in my home town goes to college, so I thought I was hot shit. I was failing everything, but I didn’t tell anyone that part. I’d started doing stand-up then, and everyone thought I was famous. “Found that goth weirdo I used to date. She’d gotten fat. Not the cute kind of fat either. The kind where it’s all bunched up in different weird places. Her sister though, she got hotter. Her sister and I got lit up, and then fucked in some bushes. We got caught us right in the middle of it. The goth weirdo started punching me in the back, calling me a bastard. Calling her sister a whore. “After I’d pulled out of her sister, she just sat down, put her head in her hands and asked me why I had to be such an asshole. All she wanted to know was why I had to be such an asshole. “I looked right up into her fat wobbly jowls, right into that ugly lumpy face and I said… ha ha! I said ‘Because your sister’s hot!’ “So she says ‘You’re not funny, Sean’ so I says ‘Well, you’re not hot so let’s call it a wash!’ Ha ha ha!” I brought my face as close to Cormac’s as I dared. So close I could feel the fey heat of his blue lights on my eyes. I stared down into the depths of his glass-like face and snarled. “Her face, all fat and covered with tears, that was the most pitiful thing I’d ever seen in my life. Till now.” I spit in Cormac’s face. It glistened in the sunlight. I spent the next long while following the blue demon, running around him in circles, declaring that I was not touching him. He kept walking onward. Indifferent. I had stayed late again. It was only my third day, and I’d already made a habit of breaking the schedule I’d promised myself to follow to the letter. I turned to the dark path ahead, and looked over my shoulder. “You know Cormac, my mom died when I was young.” I paused, wondering why I had said such a thing. The words had slipped out of my mouth without thought. “She got cancer.” I felt sweat on the skin of my palms. I pretended it was from the nervousness of not knowing what to say next. I reached out, and grabbed something… a half-formed joke. “You ever wish your mom had died, Cormac? So that she wouldn’t have to see what you are?” For half a beat, so quick it might have been my imagination, I swore I saw the fucking thing stop in its tracks. I dismissed it as wishful thinking and turned to go. I about let loose the shit that saved my life, before I realized how well and truly fucked I was. I’d woken up to go to the bathroom. I had not expected to see Cormac’s hands pressing against the nylon wall of my tent. Trapped in a tent like this, even Cormac might manage to get a hold of me before I could escape. I heard the swish-swish of stretched nylon, as Cormac’s hands loomed ever closer. The tent was coffin-like in its proportions. If I sat up to unzip the door, it would take me right into Cormac’s eager hands. In desperation, I threw all my weight against the side of the tent opposite Cormac. I hoped that if I could flip it over a few times it would give me the time I needed to get out. I threw my weight, and rebounded so that I almost bounced back into Cormac. “I just had to put stakes in the ground!” I shouted. Cormac must have been on his knees, ready to smother me, because there was barely a foot to move. What I needed was a knife. I had one. Outside. My shorts, which I had put under my head as a sort of pillow, found their way to my hands. If… I found the zipper and pressed the sharp pull tab to the fabric. Using my other hand to create tension, I ripped the fabric. Once the hole was big enough, I put my fingers through it and ripped it wider. It wasn’t easy. When I’d planned all this out, I’d bought the best. The fear of Cormac’s hands gave me strength. I pushed myself, scrambling, through the small hole, as I felt the rest of the tent collapse behind me. I ran a few yards before I took the time to so much as pant. I was naked except for a pair of boxer shorts. And the desert morning was cold enough that if my balls hadn’t already been pulled tight against me in fear, the temperature would have sent them their in minutes. I turned to see Cormac rising back to his feet. If he was upset at my near escape, he showed no sign. Perhaps, could show no sign. “Ah Cormac, thanks for the wake up call, Buddy. Your mom fucked me to exhaustion last night. I can barely keep my eyes open!” The alarm clock, still in the tent, went off. It was followed shortly by its companion. I stopped and stood stock still. My camp sites were set an eighth of a mile off of Cormac’s line of travel. They were also set with the idea that Cormac’s rate of speed was constant. In all the careful years of observation he was observed to travel no faster or slower in any condition. I smiled. I smiled wider. I smiled like when I found that one joke that would lay an entire audience flat. I whooped and hollered, turned around, and pulled my shorts down to give Cormac a good view of what he’d missed. What he had tried to kill. “I didn’t know you cared!” I laughed so hard I cried. I scrambled around the camp, grabbing what I could find and hurling it at Cormac in orgiastic glee. “Am I getting to you, you old blueballed fuckface! Am I fraying your last nerve, you cumguzzling dickwipe?” Cormac, slowly, but perhaps, just perhaps a little faster than usual crushed one of the alarm clocks beneath his foot. A few minutes later, the other followed. The twin beeps died so that the only sounds left were the wind and my own breathing. I remembered the pause from last night. The tick. I ran to Cormac as though eager to share glorious news. “Hey Cormac! Your momma doesn’t love you! You hear me? Your Momma hates you!” “When I was little, my mom could tell I liked fighting and stealing too much. I used to get caught with shit from the grocery store in my pockets all the time. Pack of gum, chocolate bar, maybe a comic book. I stole a candle on the day my mom died. I lit it in the church, and I could tell my mom was somewhere up in heaven crying that her son had to be such a little shit even in the face of something so serious.” I was dressed again. Cormac had ripped apart a lot of my equipment, but I had extra at the next camp site. The only things that were unique were the alarm clocks I’d been carrying in my pockets. “It was a very confusing time when she died. But I was glad too, because that’s the kind of asshole I am. My mother died, and suddenly I got all the oven-bake pizza and ice cream I could eat. Still, it kept me up at night. Thinking about her somewhere up there, watching me.” Cormac was definitely walking faster, and I thought I could sense something like strain coming off the hulking blue beast. I walked close to him, stuck my face in his, and walked backwards, matching him step for step. “I can’t even imagine what your mother thinks of you, Cormac. Maybe I drank when I should have studied. Maybe I fucked when I should have been loving, but I ain’t never done the fucked up shit you done. If I hurt someone it was always incidental. But you? You go out of your way to be a dick.” I poked Cormac with a stick. In his eyes. In his crotch. In his chest. “How’s it feel to know you can’t catch me? Little Sean Doolittle, who couldn’t win a fist fight if he had a gun, and big strong Cormac is at his mercy. What would your mother say to that?” I broke the stick on Cormac’s face, but I didn’t worry to much about it, as the way ahead offered many more. “Way I figure, you’ve got all kinds of relatives. I ain’t no fucking scientist, but nothing like you happens by itself. You’ve got to have family. You’ve got to have people fucking over a long period of time, and with all your fancy powers, you got to have them fucking in a society! “A sophisticated piece of cum like you doesn’t come to be without serious emotional fucking damage. And this whole slow walk bit? That’s pretty fucked up too. This isn’t how things are supposed to be, are they Cormac?” I thought about a version of Cormac that was fast. I thought about a hundred million Cormac’s sprinting, and invulnerable to atomics. I had to suppress a shudder. “I used to burn ants with a magnifying glass. It was another one of those shit things I did that pissed off my mother. So she told me about how in the olden times, when you did something bad, they’d stake you to the ground, and smear you with honey and let the ants eat you alive. “I figure that’s what they did to you, and you’re here kicking ant hills.” I found another stick and rammed it into Cormac’s face, over and over. “You’re a disgrace to your whole fucking family, Cormac! Your mother doesn’t even cry when she thinks of you. She thanks God that you’re out of sight and out of mind. She divorced your father so she could go fuck other men, have other children, and write you out of her life. “The ants finally learned how to pinch, Cormac! So pinch! Ha ha! Your own mother hates you! Pinch pinch!” The sun was going down, but I didn’t mind. I was onto something, and I’d never been good with schedules anyway. My throat was hoarse from yelling all through the night, but I’d gotten some extra water once we’d walked close enough to my next camp. I’d forgotten sunblock, but that seemed a minor concern. We were only one day out from the end game, and that was beyond even my wildest expectations. “Hey Cormac! You think your mom’s going to be disappointed I didn’t fuck her last night? You know, I lied yesterday, when I said she never talks about you. She does have one secret pleasure. “When I’m nailing her, and I mean really nailing her. Humping her so hard that her ass and tits are shaking like jello, she likes to say some of the nastiest stuff about what a disappointment you are. “It’s got this weird incest vibe. Always saying ‘oh Sean, fuck me so hard I forgot about that little shit that came out of my pussy’ or ‘oh Sean spank me like I never spanked that stupid fuck’ and, this one’s the tops ‘oh Sean cum in me like that loser son of mine dreams about every night when he touches himself!’” I had to put my hand on my legs when I bent over, I was laughing so hard. My nostrils were shaking with the thrill of it. I laughed until it was a cough and I had to drink a long pull of tepid water. After a while, the laughter subsided. “You ever think about fucking your momma, Cormac? I mean, I figure psychology’s got to be pretty universal and that’s Freud. Am I right? You ever listen at her door when she was balling the neighbors?” I put my hand to my ear in an exaggerated signal that I was waiting for him to speak. Smile still wide, although my lips were beginning to chap, I prepared my next retort. Cormac’s face opened. Somewhere near the middle of his head. “Fuuuuuuuuuuuuuuckkkkkkkk…” it had all the force of a whisper. All the calm of the eye of a storm. If I weren’t such a prick, I wouldn’t have been pulling my pants down even as he spoke. If I weren’t such an asshole, I might have stood there, moved by the first word ever spoken by a being not of this world, instead of taking a shit. “Yoooooooooooouuuuuuuuu…” I picked up my own shit, quick as a could, and threw it in the open place in Cormac’s head. I picked up the bits of sand where some of it had escaped me, not caring for how filthy my hands were. Not caring that it was barbaric. “Eat shit, Cormac!” I screamed, not even trying to be coolly disconnected. Not even trying to be funny. “Eat shit and die!” It tore my voice box so bad I wasn’t able to speak for the rest of the day. Neither did Cormac. I had some cough syrup at my next camp site, and some sanitary wipes which I used on my hands. I even managed to eat a bit, but I hadn’t run so far ahead of Cormac that I had time for anything elaborate. A weak part of me. The part of me that had taken Bryci’s sister into the back of the car and stuck my penis inside of her, thought about taking the tent and jogging ahead and catching a few hours of sleep. I swallowed hard, feeling the cough syrup lubricating my throat. I’d packed it in case it rained and I took a cold. I ate some half-warm hot dogs, and another plate of beans. I hadn’t planned on all the beans, until I’d got to the store and they’d been on sale. It’s funny the way life works out. I raised my right hand in a one finger salute to Cormac and kept eating. I made sure to hide the gun in the back of my shorts. I’d been very careful that Cormac should not see me pick it up. That might have been a useless gesture, as Cormac seemed capable of knowing to the millimeter how to get to what he wanted to destroy, but on the off-chance that he couldn’t see, then I wanted it to be a surprise. Back to Cormac, I looked down at the gun, and made sure all the chambers were loaded. “My dad got Alzheimer’s. That’s a disease you get where you get to be rude as fuck and no one can get mad at you for it. So one day, I go into the home to visit him. Not that I did it all the time, I’m a dick, remember? But I got up there every year or so. So what do I see? “Some fucking little redhead devil is there, lookin’ a bit like me. My dad has got him by the shirt, telling him to watch himself. Telling him that he’d wanted his mother to have the abortion, but she’d demanded they go through with it, and that they’ve both spent their whole life regretting the decision.” I felt like I’d run out of things to say, and I couldn’t think up anything more creative than bouncing rocks off Cormac’s head. The most original thing I’d thought to think of that day was walking behind Cormac. Sometimes stopping. That seemed to really burn his biscuit. He wanted me to kill me. Wanted to tear me apart worse than anything else on this ant-heap, and when I stopped behind him, when I made a move like I might get up and leave and never see him again, I could tell that pissed him off the most. I didn’t do it too much, because I didn’t want it to lose his effect, but I did it enough that he had to change speed. Whatever it was they’d done to him. Whatever the terms of his punishment, changing his speed hurt Cormac. It hurt him like giving birth or being born, or who the fuck knew what. “It was like going back in time and reading my dad’s mind when I was still a child. Can you even imagine? And there wasn’t even any cheesy Hallmark moment, where he made it clear he really loved me. Nothing but the shit. “I figure that’s the way your parents feel about you. Except worse.” “Ran into Bryci after all that happened. She was that goth weirdo from high school. She was a waitress. No wait, I’m sorry. A hostess. I got drunk, and we got to talking, but not about how I fucked her sister twenty years back. About her life. She got married, had a couple of kids. Still fat, but better looking. She wanted to know how life was in the big city, so I told her to come back to my room if she wanted to know. “I’d washed out of comedy by then and I was doing insurance adjustments, but when she looked at me she saw a star. Anyhow, I fucked her. I fucked her good and hard and long, and I came right in her. Then I sent her on home to her husband and took a shower.” I took a long swallow of water. My voice was scratchy, but I figured Cormac could suss it all out. “Came back a couple of month’s later, on account of my dad had a stroke and was on life support. It said right in his will to pull the plug, so I did, but I also felt good about it, and I knew that wasn’t right. Fucking old man, talking about me that way. “I went to the bar needing a fuck, found Bryci, and guess who was pregnant!?! I knew it was mine because of the way all the color ran out of her face. Wondering if I’d say something. Wondering if I’d tattle to her husband. “So I ordered a drink. Then I took another, and next thing I know I’m shouting ‘Because your sister is fucking hotter than you!’ at the top of my lungs. Some guys took me outside and roughed me up. Small town. People have friends, and all that. “Bryci comes out, looks at me and says ‘You’re not funny, Sean.’ Then she spits right in my face. “So I’m laying there, blood all over my face, and I can’t quit laughing. I had a girlfriend back in the city. Well, a fuck buddy. And that’s when I realized, here I was, going to have a kid. Going to have a kid that I probably wasn’t ever going to be allowed to know, and the most significant emotional relation I’d ever had with anyone, was with a waitress whose sister I had fucked twenty years ago. “Then I saw some piece about you on the news. Would you believe, except for things like building projects, no one ever thinks about you anymore? You’re just a consideration like earthquakes or volcanoes. No one actually cares about you. We’re not even terrified anymore. And that’s what I realized about myself. I was just someone people planned around. No one actually cared. “So I figured I was going to have a kid, might one day find out who pops was, I might as well do something good. Went to the gym, learned to run. Made up a plan.” I drank another deep pull. “We’re a lot alike, Cormac. That’s why I fucking hate you so much.” I took out all the bullets in the chambers but one, spun it faster than I could see, and with one flick of the wrist snapped the chamber back into place. “In my plan, the big one I had for killing you, there were supposed to be news choppers here. There were supposed to be reporters, and big-titty college school girls getting wet between the legs. Don’t get me wrong, I wanted to be a hero. I only wanted to get laid a couple of times before the ending.” I was sitting on a rock, thirty or so yards ahead of Cormac, and he was aimed right at me. The hole in his head was open. Like the son of a bitch wanted to eat me. “No one knows you’ve changed course, old buddy. No one knows your walking faster. No one even cares. Especially not your momma. I bet that time they knocked you into space, you didn’t even get something so personal as a swat to send you back. It was automated, I bet. No alarms or anything.” I took aim at the hole in Cormac’s head and pulled the trigger. The gun fired and glanced off. Well, so much for last chances. I’d figured it wouldn’t work anyway. “That wasn’t very dramatic.” I sighed, and loaded another bullet then repeated the process. This time I put the gun to my own temple and pulled the trigger. There was only a hollow click. “My mother used to tell me I could frustrate someone to death.” I jumped down from the rock and shot at Cormac. There was another empty report. Three chambers left. I stood directly in front of him and stopped. I put the gun to my temple and squeezed. Nothing. “Do you want to kill me Cormac? Do you want to kill me so you don’t have to hear about your momma no more?” I could feel the effort from him as he struggled to increase his speed by the smallest margins. “Yeeeeeesssssssssss….” I walked toward Cormac and stayed a few tantalizing inches out of his reach. “Do you want to kill me so bad you can’t think about anything else?” I asked. I could see some sort of strange redness inside of Cormac’s mouth. I wondered if that meant he was damaging himself trying to get to me. “Diiiiiieeeeee….” Cormac’s hand, slowly began to ascend. I leaned forward so my neck was the easiest thing to grab. “The only relationship you have in the entire world, is with an ant.” I pulled the trigger at Cormac. Nothing. One left. I could feel the warmth of Cormac’s blue light on my neck as his fingers prepared for a slow squeeze. I waited for the last possible moment. “Nope, Cormac. Your mother told me last night you weren’t even good enough for this. Do the world a favor and kill yourself.” I put the gun to my temple. Two circles of white appeared on Cormac’s head. I supposed they were his eyes. They seemed full of horror. Of agony without end. Of denial and loss. I smiled. Then I squeezed the trigger.
Born to Arnold Sorcha the creator of a large onium she was well off,but when she went away the omnic crisis started sending her father into a panic attack. He decided the only thing he could do was fight in the war. Having no formal training he was killed in the heat of battle. Bree came home and started in her exosuit. With her wealth and engineering degree she was able to get it finished. She then decided that she should create a security agency that could protect Ireland and all its citizens. She joined forces with the government and create a small national guard that could be called by the government or any of its citizens in time of need. As they were a small group they needed the best Ireland could offer and they created one of the best private guard in the world currently.
Passive: Spot light
Game Icon Melee damage to enemies cause them to be seen through walls. -last:3 secs Lines; - “Gotcha” (When activated) ....................
Main Attack (Right Trigger):Heavy Light.
Game Icon A single shot hit scan beam weapon. A sniper rifle built into your hand that fires a quick laser beam. Instead of ammo it has an energy bar that depletes with each shot. A fully charged shot takes a 33% of the energy and a partially charged shot take a 15% of the energy. - Damage:50 uncharged/100 charged - Rate of fire: 1 second uncharged/1.5 seconds uncharged. - Bullet travel time: instant - Energy refill rate: 30% per second - Casting time: .75 secs charging. - headshot:2x - Pros:long range, no reloads, fast. - Cons: high energy cost, Lines; - “Bask in the sun rays!” (When she gets a kill with heavy light) - “Should've worn shades.” (When she gets a head shot with heavy light) - “Solar energy 100%.” (When energy is fully charged.) - "Behold the sun!” (When she gets a multi kill or play of the game. ) ....................
Alt. Attack (Left Trigger):Scope in
Game Icon Zoom in. -magnifying power:3x -casting time:.25 secs Lines; - “Sight enhanced.” (When zoomed in.) ....................
1st Ability (Left Bumper):Flash mine
Game Icon Put out a small bomb that explodes blinding enemies that walk near it. - Damage: 25 - Cooldown:8 secs - Health:15 - Area:5m - Stun last: .8 secs - Casting time: .5 secs - pros: blinds, good for stopping and revealing flankers - cons: can be destroyed, low damage. Lines; - “Ready to shine.” (When put out.) - “You have seen the light.” (when triggered) - “The light has been blocked.” (When destroyed.) ....................
2nd Ability (Right Bumper):Sun spot
Game Icon Create a small ball of solar energy that blocks all incoming damage. Once it takes in too much damage it explodes knocking back enemies. It damages any enemies that walk through it. - Cooldown:10 secs - Damage: 25 per second. - Health:400 - Casting time: .75 secs - Area: 5m sphere - Knock back: 5m - knock back area: 2.5m - pros: blocks all damage, knocks back enemies. - cons: small area, low damage blocked. Lines; - “Protecting light.” (When shield is placed) - “It's going super nova.” (When shield is almost destroyed) - "You got to close to the sun."(when she gets a kill with sun spot.) - "Super Nova!"(when sun spot is destroyed.) ....................
Ult. Ability (Y/Triangle Button):gift from the goddess.
Game Icon Give all nearby allies ultimate energy. - Energy given:2000 - Area:20 m - Charge: 3250 - pros: buff team, large area - cons: very situational. Lines; - “I lend you my strength.” (When activated.) - “You have my blessing. ” (When some one uses your energy to use their ultimate.)
Good for long range encounters. Good against healers or flankers. Strong against; - Genji(genji cant reflect your lasers and a well placed flash mine can stun and reveal genji. - Mercy(you can take down mercy with a basic headshot.) - symetra (her low Heath can be taken care of.) - Ana(head shots kill her) - Reaper(flanking reapers are stunned and revealed by flash mine, and if you keep him at range you can easily kill him.) - Zenyatta(head shots kill him.) - tracer(flash mines reveal and stun her and a well placed head shot kills her.) - D.Va(her defense matrix can't block your lasers and if you keep her at range you can kill her.) ....................
Low Heath and barrier health. Weak against tanks and people with higher health and high damaging heroes. Weak Against; - Roadhog(if he hooks you you're dead. Try to stay at range.) - Rienhart (his barrier can block your shots) - Orisa(her barrier can block your shots.) - Widowmaker. (Her heavy damage can easily take you out.) - Hanzo(his damage can easy take you out.) - pharah (her damage from above can easily take you out) - Winston(he can easily jump to close range and kill you and your flash mine.)
Flash mine: use in the middle of a graviton to stun them not letting them use ults. Sun spot: use in hallways to block damage. Or use to do damage to those in graviton. Also good for protecting turrets, teleporters, and shield generators. gift from the goddess: use right after teammates use their ults to get them back extremely fast.
Widowmaker and roadhog players work best for this play style allowing snipers to help their team by being a tank. She is a balanced tank having anti flank and barrier qualities.
Default; Do a salute with your gun hand. Heavenly be floating in the air in a beam of light. Take a knee Take a knee. Lift the praise the sun pose.
Default: Salute with your gun hand. *Lift * Do the Praise the sun pose. Jig dance an Irish jig head hunter do the slit the neck threat.
Default: salute with your gun hand Jig Do an Irish jig. Head hunter Show off your collection of omnic heads. Berserker Do a war cry and beat your chest. .
Large gold and orange exosuit. She is as tall as roadhog and as wide as Zarya. She has a crown of spikes on her head and spikes coming off her arms and legs. Rares 1) Sunrise. The gold is replaced by red. 2) sunset: The gold is replaced by purple. 3) Goddess: Replace the orange with white. 4) Sky: Replace the orange with blue Epics 1) Exosuit: The gold is replaced by silver and the orange is replaced by gun metal. She looks more weathered. 2) patriot: Gets a green white and orange paint job. Has an Irish flag on her shoulder. .................... Legendaries 1) Celtic: Lose your crown for a Celtic helmet. Be completely white with blue highlights and face paint. You also have a fur kilt. 2) Irish: The Celtic skin but mainly white with green highlights and face paint. The kilt is green and orange. 3) Security guard: Fully black with red highlights. She also has a swat helmet and bullet proof vest. All of her sun powers are red now. 4) Private guard: Security guard but camouflage. All her sun powers are white.
A die hard patriot of Ireland Bree is always ready to defend her country. She also hates omnics.
“Pass the keg.”
“I can almost hear the bagpipes playing.”
“I might finally get my tan. ”
“Here comes the sun.”
“You are my sunshine.”
“Give me the splendid silent sun.”
“I'll tell you how the sun rose.”
“pass the sun screen.”
“Soak up some rays.”
“Ready to sun bathe.”
“It's my time to shine!”
“Into the light.”
“Praise the sun.”
“Oh day of fire and sun.” ....................
“You can't hold back the sun.” (While waiting in spawn)
“I'll lead the way!” (While waiting in spawn)
“Like the sun I have risen again.” (When respawning)
“Back to shine again.” (When respawning)
“The sun has overcome.” (Upon being character swapped and spawning in)
“My power is supreme.” (Upon being character swapped and spawning in)
“Ah feel that sun.” (For commenting on the map or environment)
“We could do with some more light.” (For commenting on the map or environment) ____________________ Dialogue ----------------- .................... Mcree; 1)Belisama - “Have you ever been to New Orleans?” Mcree - “Yeah I used to gamble there." .................... Bastion; 1) Bastion - (Is defeated by Belisama) Belisama - “All omnics will fall.” .................... Junkrat; 1) Belisama - “I heard you take out some omnics for me.” Junkrat - “Yeah what's it to ya.” 2)junkrat - "You want to help me hunt some omnics.” Belisama - “I might just take you up on that offer.” .................... Torbjorn; 1) Belisama- “Why do you trust the omnics?” Torbjorn - “Why do you trust humans?” .................... Orisa; 1) Orisa - (Is defeated by Belisama) Belisama- “I will not be deceived.” .................... Reinhardt; 1) Belisama- “We should switch armor!” Reinhardt - “I don't think your armor would suit me very well.” 2) Reinhardt - “What powers your armor?” Belisama- “Solar of course.” .................... Roadhog; 1) Belisama - "Do you still hunt the omnics?” Roadhog - “Do pigs like mud?” .................... Zarya; 1) Belisama - “I have always admired you.” Zarya - “You make me blush.” 2) Zarya - "Your methods may be a little harsh.” Belisama- “Omnics don't deserve mercy.” .................... Zenyatta; 1) Zenyatta - (Is defeated by Belisama) Belisama- “You can't not fool me with your talk of peace.” ____________________ Story --------------------
From wealth to death Bree's father ran the local omnium. Each robot built and sold by his company increased their wealth. Their wealth also came with shame when their omnics started attacking. Her father driven to shame went to war. During the war her father died during the omnic siege of Dublin. He died on the front line from a bastion unit. The building of the sun Driven by her hatred for omnics and the death of her father, Bree started her work building a exosuit. Based partly of the German crusader suits and partly of a local god program named Belisama. Bree used parts from the omnium and used a reprogrammed Belisama to control her exp suit. The omnic hunt During a trip to Paris Bree ran into a group of Junkers. After learning about them Bree decided to create Ireland Protection Agency in order to protect Ireland from omnics. She asked for help and ideas from junkrat a leader of the Junkers she ran into. He taught her all his secrets,how to best hunt omnics, and how to create a anti-omnic organization.
2017.03.18 14:46 JohnFalkirk[OC] Welcoming Committee Universe, info and short story
So I’ve been fleshing out the universe in which Welcoming Committee took place, which I am now looking for a good name for, if you have suggestions please post them in the comments.
Today I have two things for you. A gigantic Infodump on the Commonwealth of Planets (none of which is strictly necessary to understand the upcoming stories, but it certainly adds some context.) followed by a Short story set six years after the events of the Welcoming Committee.
The Commonwealth of Planets: The Commonwealth of Planets is a unified human government which consists of a democratically elected senate with representatives from each planet and moon, distributed in proportion to population, A pair of Consuls chosen for 5 year terms by the Senate, and a Supreme Court. History It all began in 2079. While much of the rest of the world faced severe problems of drought, famine, and other climate related issues, Canada found itself in a uniquely advantageous position. Rising temperatures had nearly doubled the amount of useable farmland, at the same time, receding ice in arctic had opened the Northwest Passage to shipping year round, and revealed massive deposits of natural resources, particularly oil along the sea floor, and a major new set of deposits of Uranium found along the Northern Arctic coastline, revealed by the receding ice. As Canada lucked its way into becoming an economic powerhouse, just south of the border in the United States, a major technological development occurred, self sustaining, practical, nuclear fusion power generation. Both nations spent much of the 2070’s enjoying a huge period of prosperity. Finally in 2079, the two nations, which had grown very close, not that they’d been enemies before, unified, forming the Union of North America. In 2083, Mexico joined the Union as well. Rapid replacement of coal and oil by Nuclear Fusion and Fission power generation, over the course of the next two decades did manage to put a dent in the problem of the climate, if not reverse the changes, (not that the Union was interested in fully reversing the changes, the economic boom in the north suited them just fine.) The Economic might an prosperity of the UNA was attractive to many nations outside the bounds of North America. The first block to join was the Nordic Council, Sweden, Finland, Norway, Denmark, Iceland, and Greenland. The name was Changed to reflect this, the Union of North America becoming the Union of the North. By 2090, the first colonies on Mars and Luna had been established, and most of the rest of Europe had joined the Union. 20 years of slow expansion and colonial development in Space passed. Colonies had been established on Venus and all of the Galilean Moons, and Mars was petitioning for full representation in the Union’s government. The petition was granted, and reflective of its new interplanetary status, the Union again changed its name, becoming the Commonwealth of Planets. The Commonwealth was not the only nation which had staked claims in space however, The Russian Federation had also enjoyed its own period of prosperity these past decades, and had seized a number of old Soviet satellite states, including much of Central Asia, the Ukraine, Belarus, and the Caucuses. The Russians had also planted their own colonies on Titan and Ceres. The dawn of the 2120’s saw the Commonwealth admit Australia, South Africa, and most of Central and South America, as simultaneously the Russian Federation seized much of the Middle East, and annexed the weakened and famine wracked nations of China and India. One by one the remaining nations of the world lined up with and were consumed by the growing hyperpowers. Then the Commonwealth mission to Alpha Centari, in 2132 established a colony, the first extrasolar colony, on a planet which had been named New Plymouth. The feats o.f engineering required to do so terrified the Russian Federation which was nowhere near a similar achievement. War began. The Unification War was long, and bloody. It saw the development of LOKI assault tactics, Orbital Bombardments, and Naval Combat in space. The war lasted seventeen years and was the bloodiest in human history. At its end the Russian federation was forced to capitulate, and humanity was, for the first time, completely united under one banner. Reconstruction took quite some time, but eventually reconciliation was the reality. The motto of the Commonwealth it seems, had at least some truth to it. Solus Fortis, Viget Iunctus Territory of the Commonwealth The Commonwealth as of 2290 occupies 9 Planets and 12 moons, across 5 systems. System Sol: Earth, Mars, Venus, Luna, Ganymede, Europa, Phobos, Deimos, Ceres, Titan, Calisto, Io System Centari (Alpha Centari): New Plymouth (Planet), Mayflower (Moon of New Plymouth) System Erandi (Epsilon Erindi): New Jamestown (Planet), New Providence (Planet) System Ceti (Tau Ceti): New Montreal (Planet), New Quebec (Planet), Montcalm (Moon of New Quebec) System Wolf (Wolf 1061): New Roanoke (Planet), Raleigh (moon of New Roanoke) The official capitol of the Commonwealth is Tranquility Center, a massive structure located directly adjacent to Tranquility Base Historic Park, on Luna. However, Tranquility Center serves a primarily ceremonial function with most government functions being conducted from either The Senate in New York, the Consulate in Ottawa, The Department of Domestic affairs in Stockholm, or the War Department in Washington DC. The Military of the Commonwealth The Military of the Commonwealth is divided into 4 parts, the Commonwealth Navy, Commonwealth Marine Corps, Commonwealth Army, and Commonwealth Legion. Commonwealth War Doctrine assigns very clearly delineated roles to each of these parts. On the offensive, the Navy is to establish control of the orbit, the Marines are responsible for dropping from orbit to seize a beachhead, then the Army is responsible for landing at the newly secured LZ and carrying out large scale ground operations. On the Defensive, the Legion is responsible for initial defense of the planet, and maintaining THOR, ODIN, and other defenses against initial assaults. The Army is responsible for bringing in enough ground forces to prop up the Legion should it prove inadequate. The Navy is expected to spearhead a counter assault once the enemy has bloodied themselves against the Legion’s defenses, and the Marines are to strike against targets of opportunity to disrupt enemy logistics and chain of command on the ground so that Army and Legion forces can then counterassault along large fronts. The Commonwealth Navy Rank Structure: The Commonwealth Navy rank structure is identical to the rank structure of the Modern US Navy. Ship Classifications, there are four classifications of combat ships in the Commonwealth Navy, from largest to smallest, they are Dreadnaught, Battleship, Cruiser, Frigate. Dreadnaughts: The Commonwealth navy as of 2290 possesses 6 dreadnaughts, all of the Cape Canaveral Class. In order of construction they are, The CNV Cape Canaveral, CNV Baikonur, CNV Kourou, CNV Peenemunde, CNV Jiuquan, and CNV Vikram Sarabhai Battleships: The Commonwealth Navy as of 2290 possesses 9 battleships. All of which are of the Goddard class. In order of construction they are the: Robert Goddard, Werner Von Braun, Sergei Korelev, Thomas K. Glennan, Liu Jiyuan, Frank Malina, Konstantin Tsiolkovsky, William Moore, and Leonardo Da Vinci Cruisers: The Commonwealth as of 2290 possesses 30 Cruisers. They are all of the Armstrong Class. In order of Construction they are the: Armstrong, Gagarin, Aldrin, Lenov, Glenn, Shepard, Grissom, Carpenter, Cooper, Slayton, Shirra, Tereshkova, Jahn, Chretien, Peake, Liwei, Garneau, Evans, Cernan, Schmitt, Gizdenko, Krikalev, Conrad, Kerwin, Weitz, Stafford, Brand, Kubisov, Komarov, Liu, and Yang The Commonwealth as of 2290, possesses 60 frigates. Half of them are of the New York Class. In order of construction they are the: New York, Boston, Paris, Shanghai, Sydney, Edinburgh, Munich, St Petersburg, Cape Town, Dallas, Seoul, Rio De Janero, Moscow, London, Dublin, Rome, Istanbul, Tel Aviv, Baghdad, Cairo, Sacramento, Quito, New Delhi, Tokyo, Valencia, Athens, Helsinki, Philadelphia, Toronto, and Madrid. The second half were of the updated Ottawa Class, which boasted improved Mk 3 SKJOLDUR shields and plasma projectors instead of torpedo bays. In order of construction they are the: Ottawa, Washington, Mexico City, Berlin, Stockholm, Geneva, Reykjavik, Buenos Aires, Jerusalem, Pusan, Manilla, Volgograd, Dresden, Chicago, Marseilles, Toledo, Copenhagen, Alexandria, Santiago, Brussles, Amsterdam, La Paz, Veracruz, Calais, Budapest, Vienna, Bern, Singapore, Richmond, and Venice The Commonwealth Marine Corps The CMC is a body of elite troops, primarily infantry, though it maintains a number of light armored assets, specializing is shipboard security and orbit to ground assaults. While marine compliments exist aboard every Commonwealth Naval Vessel, the commonwealth also maintains three dedicated Marine Assault Vehicles the CMV Yellowstone, CMV Krakatoa, CMV Tambora, CMV Pinatubo, which while built around the Hull of a Goddard Class battleship, trades anti ship firepower for the ability to transport an entire Marine Division. Commonwealth Marines are trained aboard a specially designed ring station located in orbit of Titan, known as Damocles Base. Damocles spins to create artificial gravity. Its rotational velocity is enough that marines in its ring experience 1.5g at all times. The Commonwealth Marine Corps maintains Five Divisions, of troops, one aboard each MAV and one spread out amongst the fleet The Commonwealth Army The Commonwealth Army is built around the objective of being able to carry out a large scale ground war over a long period of time. The Commonwealth army maintains a large stock of both heavy and light ground vehicles. Heavy infantry units are often equipped with the Mk4 FENRIS powered armor, (Fully Enclosed Networked Robotic Infantry Suit. ) The are a large number combat schools, maintained by the Commonwealth Army, some of the more famous include: Camp Echo, Winter Warfare Training center, located on Europa Fort Samuel, High Altitude Training Center, located in Nepal. Ayers Rock, Hostile Environment Survival School, located in Australia Death Valley, Desert Warfare Training Center, Located in Southwestern United States Camp Croatan, Extraterrestrial Fauna Survival School: Located on New Roanoke Camp Farside, Low Gravity Training Center: Located on Luna The Commonwealth Legion Filling a similar role to the modern National Guard in the United States, The Each Planet or Moon with a population large enough to support and maintain its own standing and reserve military force is expected to do so. The Legion uses a similar unit and rank structure to the army, but with unit and rank names taken from the Roman Legions, to emphasize the status of its members as Citizen Soldiers, rather than full time military. Missing Moon Now that you guys have put up with my massive infodump on the Commonwealth, I figure I owe you a properly fun HFY story. So here you go, and thank you for bearing with me. Floatilla Leader Hetrant moved his ships into position above the human colony. New Roanoke, it seemed to be called. The system seemed to boast only three settled areas. A large domed city sat on the moon, currently on the far side, though in about 10 shortcyles it would again be on the near side. Directly below the small flotilla, just 3 ships, sat the colonial capital, and on the far side of the planet, a large military base. Hetrant checked the heat retention field monitor. It would continue holding for another 3 Henkarths, more than enough time to get the assault force into position, by the time his ships would need to dump waste heat and make themselves visible to enemy scanners, they would already be initiating the assault. It was payback time. Revenge for the Embarrassment. The Coalition would swat the colony on the world that they’d been forced to give up. And then they would disappear from the system, leaving the Commonwealth none the wiser about who had done it. Hetrant had hated seeing his ship defaced. The beautiful silver lines painted an atrocious shade of Ichor Green, and mockups of additional weaponry welded on seemingly at random. But the goal had been to make this unassuming cruiser look like a Khet Warbarge and it had been successful. Similar modifications had been made to the frigates also lining up alongside the Fist of the Keth. The ships were in position, it was time. Hetrant spoke to the other officers on the bridge. “All ships are to launch assault parties and begin firing on my mark.” “Fuadri” “Benti” “Senti” “ENGAGE!” Plasma bolts and beams lanced down into the atmosphere of New Roanoke. It was time for payback. Meanwhile at the Planet’s surface: The Alarms sounded and everyone ran for the bunkers. Over the loudspeaker came a prerecorded voice. “ALL LEGION PERSONELL TO YOUR PRIMARY RESPONSE POINTS! ALL LEGION PERSONELL TO YOUR PRIMARY RESPONSE POINT! THIS IS NOT A DRILL! THIS IS NOT A DRILL!” An explosion rocked the building behind Thomas Baker. “No shit Sherlock” he muttered under his breath as he sprinted down the street. His primary response point was the police station on 4th and Foxtrot just two blocks from the doughnut shop he owned and worked at. He paused to duck behind a car and avoid some debris falling into the street then finished his mad dash for the station. Police Officers had already opened the armory and were already passing out MJOLNIRS to the Legionaries who had made it into the building. Centurion Smith was already there. “Decanus Baker, take your contuburnium over to 8th and Hotel. We’ve got reports of hostile infantry landing in Founders’ Park one block further down 8th. I want you to confirm those reports and fix them in position while the rest of the century gathers here. We’ll reinforce you as soon as we’re assembled.” “Yes Sir!” Baker saluted, gathered his men and made his way towards the door. As he left he heard the centurion addressing the police officers. “Captain McNeil we’re going to need more than infantry on 8th street, may we borrow your SWAT truck? I have an idea.” Founder’s Park Everything was going to plan thought Troopleader Paxi. Her unit had landed in an unused greenspace in the northern part of the city and were currently engaged in gunning down the primitives who had been unlucky enough to be out exposing themselves to stellar radiation on the expanse of short green foliage. No armor, a not very protective skin, easy targets for Coalition pulse carbines. Something whizzed through the air pas Paxi. “Finally” she thought, “someone trying to fight back” a hefty primitive jogged slowly towards her troops. Taking cover behind a wholly inadequate brick wall, it racked the slide of a primitive firearm and sent another burst of pellets at the Coalition drop troops. Paxi, aimed, fired, and moved on, leaving the primitive dead on the pavement. A huge burn through the apron covering it’s pudgy midsection. “Payback, one primitive at a time” she thought. Baker ducked behind a taxicab as the rest of his contuburnium took position. Twenty meters ahead some brave civilian had tried to fight back with an old pump action shotgun. Predictably he hadn’t accomplished much but at least he had tried. “Mark your targets” he whispered into his comm. His HUD highlighted each alien being targeted by one of his men. “Engage on my mark, three… two… one… Engage” They opened fire and three of the advancing creatures went down hard, the rest scattered, taking cover behind wreckage and returning fire. There were a lot of them, and they were fully equipped for battle, while Baker’s ten men had rifles, headsets, and not much else, there hadn’t been time to put on full combat rigs. The exchange of fire wasn’t one sided, Baker’s men gave as good as they got, but slowly they were pushed back, taking casualties all along the way. “Century 6! Century 6!” Baker called into the comm, “This is Baker, my contuburnium has engaged the enemy at 4th and Golf. Taking heavy fire, five men down. We need reinforcements or fire support. Enemy is in a company sized element.” “Copy that Baker, Reinforcements already inbound or your position from the west, be advised assets are in light armored vehicle followed by two unarmored vehicles.” “Copy that Century 6, Baker out.” They continued exchanging fire with the enemy for a few minutes, and then, with a degree of noise and chaos normally reserved for an accident in a cymbal factory, a SWAT van careened down a side street smashing through a group of aliens, crashing through the brick wall, and stopping in the park. The back doors burst open and another contuburnium poured out amongst the aliens. Behind the van came a pair of pickup trucks bouncing along the road, each with several men shooting from the beds of the trucks as they careened through and around the alien formation. Above the sounds of gun and plasmafire a startling number of ‘YEEEHAAAWWWWS!” were audible. Chaos ensued amongst the aliens, now assailed not just from the front but also the rear, and within. “Exalted Excrement’s” Screeched Paxi, “What the fornication is going on?” The strange primitive vehicles, driven by what smelled like petroleum of all things, swerved psychotically through her troops, as the passengers in the cargo containers built into their rears spewed inaccurate but constant, fire in all directions, howling and cackling madly all the while. “Someone take out those vehicles!” she shouted, “ Harkrant, take a squad and deal with the light armored transport!” A few more bullets whizzed by. A one of the vehicles rocketed past, the driver firing a small personal weapon out the window, instead of using both hands for steering, and flattened another unfortunate trooper. “Bosth, khetting… Shoot those fornicating vehicles! We need to clear this Landing Zone for the incoming dropship!” This was going much better than it had been just minutes ago. The Aliens did not seem to have a response to a pair of fast, light vehicles careening around at random through their position, and there was simply not yet enough wreckage scattered around to seriously impede the two pickup trucks. Baker and his remaining men, advanced up the street, half firing while the other half moved, then trading roles. The sound of thrusters filled the air, and a huge alien vessel descended towards the park. A large ramp on one side began lowering. “Well, shit, guess our luck wasn’t meant to last.” Muttered Baker. Finally one of the aliens managed to land a shot on one of the pickups, the superheated plasma setting the truck on fire. The men in the bed leapt out to avoid the flames, but the driver instead simply stepped on the gas and steered for the incoming dropship. He timed it perfectly. The second the ramp hit the ground, the truck shot up it, plowing through dozens of enemy infantry and crashing somewhere inside the ship itself. Seconds later an explosion sounded from inside the ship. Aliens came pouring out. As did flames. Barker heard noise to his rear and looked back. The rest of the century was moving up the road to engage the now thoroughly demoralized enemy. “How do you like us now you blue bastards” shouted Baker. “This is a disaster” Thought Paxi. The ships that were supposed to be providing support wouldn’t or perhaps worse couldn’t respond to her communications. Trooper for Trooper, as she had discovered, the primitives were approximately equal to her own troops, or at least, they were when fully equipped. However, their unconventional tactics and use of the environment gave them the edge within this urban center. And more of the khetting primitives just kept coming. She and the last dozen or so of her landing force, after a fighting retreat up several streets, were now holed up inside a building, which was full of what appeared to be full of small pastries and large dispensers of brown stimulant liquid. More and more of the primitives surrounded the position. When the numerical disadvantage bordered on the absurd, they all opened fire. When the firing died down Paxi lay on the floor, she had been hit several times. As far as she knew, so had the rest of her troopers. A primitive walked up to her. It placed the barrel of its primitive firearm to her helmet. “This is my doughnut shop” it said, then pulled the trigger. Military Station 8713, orbit of Hantlix-3, Hantlix System, edge of Coalition Space. “So the attack was a failure?” asked Army Leader Bartrant. “Yes Army Leader, the entire raiding force was destroyed” said Force Leader Jardani “Did the primitives take the bait?” “We don’t know yet” Alarm sirens began going off. The two Keth sprinted over to the console. “Exalted Excrements!” Shouted Bartrant in surprise. “What?” “The moon, Hantlix-3-1” “What about it?” “It’s been shattered” As the two of them stood there gawking, and then raced to contact the fleet, and council a cloaked reconnaissance ship on the edge of the system sent an encrypted message. “Commonwealth Command, this is CNV Nathan Hale, RAGNAROK test firing confirmed successful.” Fun With Acronyms RAGNAROK, Remote Asteroid, Geology, or Naval, Annihilative, Response by Offensive Kinetics
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They should've known better than to send Rooftop Singer out on a mission. They should've known that the chances of Rooftop actually listening to an order were less than the chances that a pig would fly. With this single, idiotic choice, Rooftop's faith in the intelligence of humanity had hit a whole new low, and even now that she was technically in Dublin as she was ordered, she found it hard to justify her going through with it. Her mission had been quite simple, presumably her allies had felt it so simple an animal could do it, so they assigned one to it. All Rooftop had to do was infiltrate some museum in the city, some ancient place or whatever, and steal a plate from within. She had no idea what they wanted with such a plate, and didn’t know what it looked like besides. Still, the Team Without a Name wanted it, so she was here in Ireland. Getting back afterwards? A plan was not provided. Typical human. Well, she'd think something out. Though, with all that said, the fact still stood that she really didn’t want to do it, especially now that she was actually out in the cold and the snow. The museum in question towered up above the wall she’d situated herself on, but she couldn’t bring herself to enter. Going through with this mission violated her Modus Operandi: Never listen to upstart humans. But failing this mission caused an even bigger problem: it’d mean that she’d bothered to listen to a human’s request, and failed to complete it! How lame was that? She yawned, staring up at the falling snow. Damned if I do. Damned if I don’t. What a conundrum… And so, she had found herself here, sitting on the wall by the front gates of the museum, plagued by indecision and getting colder and hungrier by the minute. She considered just turning around, maybe finding a warm place to curl up for the night instead of getting it done right away... that’d be a fair compromise, she decided. She got up and shook the snow off her fur, stretching as she began to leap off this wall and into the empty streets. Then, something happened that stopped her in her tracks. Rooftop saw a bright flash in the corner of her eye, from a window in the museum, and a sound like gunfire. Her ears perked up in surprise. Then there was another flash, another explosion, and silence again. Rooftop looked down at the sign on the wall beneath. Just as she had seen the first time, the museum was set to close hours ago. It looks like I'm not the only thief here tonight. It was a bother, sure. Rooftop hadn't wanted to get into museum tonight, sure. But now there was a chance that someone else would make off with the objective of her mission... she had no choice but to enter immediately, and take what she came here for. Her first Modus Operandi would have to be set aside for the time being, but she would grin and bear it for the time being. Rooftop wasted no time in bounding to the building, and leapt nimbly from pawhold to pawhold as she scaled the outside of the museum, finally coming to the window where she’d seen the flashes. Shortly she was in the rafters, seeking out whatever had caused the disturbance. She opened her jaws wide, tasting the air. The moldy mustiness of the museum got in the way a bit, but with little difficultly she could confirm at least two more humans in the building. One smelled of nothing but garbage and made loud clanking noises whenever he took a step. If he was trying to be sneaky, he wasn’t doing a good job of it. Typical human. She ignored him, and moved on to the other. The other… smelled faintly of the unmistakable tinge of smoke. He moved with precision, barely making a sound as he moved through the museum like he’d lived there all his life, avoiding stepping on any squeaky or loose tiles to boot. With little doubt in her mind Rooftop thought, That’s my guy. With that decided, she changed course to follow him, and get a closer look. And if that was her guy, then he probably knew where her plate was. She changed course to shadow him from above. A short while later, and her intuition was proved right. In the center of a small room longer than it was wide was an ornate plate in a glass display case, and one look at its features revealed itself as the piece Rooftop Singer had come for. She almost laughed at how easy the whole thing had been. Now the only thing left was to get rid of the human below, and take the plate for herself... nothing could stop her now. She was stopped immediately. Rooftop must have made a sound up there in the rafters, for the man in the cloak below suddenly jerked his head up and met her eyes at once. Startled, Rooftop instinctually summoned her Stand, [Wintergatan], ready to ice this human immediately. However, before she could fire the man beat her to it with fire of his own… literal, red hot fire he spewed from his mouth. It was all Rooftop could do to leap out of the way, down onto the floor below as she came to the realization that the one before her was a Stand User. Fire against Ice… not the best match-up, but she could make it work, so long as nothing else went wrong. Something else went wrong. It was at that very moment that the other human, Junky Luck of Sunset Company, ran into the room hearing the commotion. Then, upon seeing the flames up above and the Stand before him, he realized a Stand Battle was going on, and his own Stand came out. Just my luck… I’m surrounded by Stand Users!
Boss Name: Preslav Mrovich Age: 24 Occupation: Art Thief Appearance: Preslav is of average height and weight. He has extremely toned physique. For some reason, he has scale patterns all over his arms and legs. He wears a sleeveless black coat with “Run for the Hills” on the back in Bulgarian. He wears tall red boots and a red Roman skirt which reaches about mid-thigh. While his face is always covered in shadows, he has odd yellow eyes. Lovely drawing by our own u/Skelly-Tan Equipment: Three flashlights, a penlight, a mechanical pencil, 30.50 Euros, and an empty revolver. Bio: Preslav was born in a rural Bulgarian village that had been left behind by the Communists. Longing to get away from the destitution there, he left for the capital, Sofia, when he was twelve. Homeless and penniless, he lusted after the fine art and gold he saw in the city’s many museums, sometimes going without food to visit them! He began pickpocketing, and eventually robbing houses to fuel his addiction to museums. One day when he was 14, something…bizarre happened to him. The guards at a weapons museum all went on strike, while he was there! He hid away from the officials trying to get everyone out, and stole into the back rooms. Among the piles of other weapons, there was something he seemed to be drawn to. He found an odd golden arrow, which jumped at him and pierced his arm! He screamed in pain, drawing in one of the last remaining guards. Terrified out of his mind that he would be found, he wished that the guard would go away. When the guard walked in and tried to grab him, Preslav turned on his flashlight, trying to blind him. But instead of light, what came out was a wave of fire! The guard tried to swat off the flames, but a massive black arm from behind Preslav came down and crushed the hapless guard’s head. Preslav ran away from the museum with the arrow in hand, chased by nearby police. When he finally got to the town square, he was surrounded. But then, as he was about to give up, flames filled the square, killing police officers and innocent bystanders alike! While no one else saw it, he could clearly see a giant black dragon. While everyone else burned, he instead looked up in awe. This was his Stand, Dragonforce! Preslav hopped on his Stand and immediately left Bulgaria. He knew that with his Stand, he could finally get all of the artwork and gold in the museums he so lusted for…. Personality: Preslav is a cold, violent person. He doesn’t shy away from murder and only really loves art. He doesn’t like destroying art and architecture, although he will if it’s truly necessary. He works alone, and he’s had a good run of it so far. Stats: Power: 3 (Preslav isn’t too strong on his own, but he has good technique.) Speed: 4 (He wouldn’t have got this far without a good pair of legs.) Intelligence: 2: (His schooling was, in a word, bad. However, he’s brushed up on security systems and is an expert on art history.) Endurance: 2 (About average.) Museums: 4 (Preslav knows how museums are laid out and what sort of stuff is inside pretty dang well.) Stand Name: [Dragonforce] Stand Appearance: An absolutely massive dragon, about 45 meters long. It has rough black skin crisscrossed with open veins. Its insides are a roiling brew of fire, colored blue, orange, red, yellow, and white. In fact, it’s so big it won’t fit inside the museum halls. The best Preslav can do is summoning parts of it. ...Although that’s still more than enough to mess stuff up. Power: A ([Dragonforce] is massive, and has strength befitting a dragon. Additionally, its ability is extremely dangerous on its own.) Speed: C ([Dragonforce] isn’t slow. It isn’t fast by any means, and its size can make things awkward. But it has decent speed. Incidentally, it can fly at about 70 mph. But that’s not especially relevant.) Range: E ([Dragonforce] has really weird Range. It can obviously reach past 1 meter. But every separate limb has to be extremely close to Preslav. It forces Preslav to always fight head on, and restricts his Stand a lot in small corridors. Additionally, as it gets out of its range it continually loses speed and strength. Unless fully summoned. If Preslav gets in a position where he can fully summon his Stand, you’re pretty screwed. At D Range, it’s at B Power. C Range is C Power, etc. Past C Range probably ain’t gonna happen.) Durability: A (Nice try, but you probably won’t be able to meaningfully damage a 45 meter dragon made of stone.) Precision: C (Preslav has a lot of control over the ability of his Stand. But if it’s summoned past a finger or two, it becomes hard to control.) Potential: B (Woo! Pointless stat!) Ability: [Dragonforce] has a pretty simple ability. It can make objects breathe fire.The Stand itself can obviously breathe fire, but it tends to be hard to control, so Preslav doesn’t use it unless he doesn’t mind ruining...everything. Besides that, it can make people or objects firebreathers. People choose to breathe fire, and objects have their own special rules. Rules for the Stand’s ability:
The Stand must touch its target. Either human or object.
Humans use their stamina to breathe fire, but can do so decently often. Think perhaps one gout every 5-10 seconds without problems.
To affect an object, it must have an “off” and “on” state. Once that state is changed, it breathes fire. For example, turning a computer on would cause it to breathe fire into itself and turn into slag. Opening a door would create a fireball. Breaking a glass case would cause it to explode violently. However, if the precise “on” and “off” requirements are not met, nothing happens. For example, if a door is set to breathe fire when opened, then breaking it down will not trigger anything. If a lightbulb is set to breathe fire when switched off, breaking it would cause nothing.
An object that can breathe fire is immediately made completely invulnerable to any damage from heat, fire, explosions, etc. unless Preslav desires otherwise.
It can affect up to one object and one person. That “person” is going to be Preslav. He works alone.
Additionally, it can fly at high speeds. But you don’t have to worry about that. Fighting Style: Preslav likes two things above all. Close ranged fighting and traps. He will use his knowledge of museums and how they flow to trick enemies into their doom. In a close up battle, he’s extremely threatening. His Stand is massive enough to block attacks and is a very heavy hitter. Additionally, Preslav can spit fire and make his equipment into makeshift fire swords. He has trouble moving his Stand precisely or getting hits out of range. He focuses mostly on traps for that. Additionally, he doesn’t like harming art. Don’t worry! You can beat him if you try!
Now, a final note. Boss matches are DOUBLE ELIMINATION. If the contestants beat the boss, they BOTH WIN. If they lose, they are BOTH RETIRED. 1v1s are normally safe from elimination Round 1, but boss matches are special cases. It’s highly encouraged you work together, as the chances of you beating bosses on your own are...slim. Please work hard! OPEN THE GAME!
Location:This museum. Preslav starts at the doors of the North Hall, which lead into the rest of the museum. On either side to his left and right is Rooftop and Junky respectively. The museum is dimly lit. Destroying the fuse boxes should fix that for a few rooms around them. The security rooms are full of surveillance equipment, on the traditional multi monitor feed. The safe zones are pointless. Don’t worry about them. They’re not special. The museum is mostly marble or hardwood floors and walls. Your objective is very simple. RETIRE Preslav before he RETIRES you. Congratulations!
"When I was a kid, I saw Mona Lisa from my grammar school art book. The first time I saw her, with her hands on her knee.... How do I say this....": Don't damage any art yourself! This is a sacred place, and the art is worth more than anyone!
2016.12.29 20:38 psychonakedA write up on few disappearances/murders that occured on New Years Day in honor of 2017
2016 is almost over and with New Years celebrations right around the corner, I decided to do a quick write up on a few different cases that take place right at the start of a new year. I would love to hear from anyone with extra information. I have a special interest in cases occurring around holidays due to the sheer amount of people who are out and behaving more recklessly than normal. Olivia Hope and Ben Smart [Resolved] Olivia Hope(17) and Ben Smart(21) were last seen on January 1st 1998 in the early hours of the morning. The two were close friends from Marlborough Sounds, New Zealand who had been attending a party together the night before. Among the last people to see them alive was a water taxi operator by the name of Guy Wallace who had transported them to a moored yacht in Endeavor Inlet. Hope and Smart had attended to stay on the yacht for the night but found that it was overcrowded upon their arrival. The pair were forced to return ashore and Wallace agreed to take them as well as a few others. Wallace and another couple on board witnessed a lone man offer the two lodging on his boat for the night. Smart and Hope accepted his offer and would board the boat with him sometime between 4 and 5AM. They were never seen again. Although believed to be murdered and in spite of extensive searching, their bodies have never been found. The investigation into their disappearance began on January 2nd 1998 after their parents reported that they had failed to come home. On June 15th 1998, Scott Watson was arrested in connection to the disappeared pair. Watson had 48 prior convictions including robbery, theft, owning an offensive weapon, minor drug charges, and an assault charge from when he was 16. All the convictions but one minor one occurred at least 8 years before the disappearance of Smart and Hope. Although his boat did not quite match the description given by Wallace, police remained convinced they had the right guy and went ahead with the trial. The trial took place over 11 weeks. Watson was ultimately sentenced to life in prison with a possibility for parole in 17 years. The sentencing has been appealed multiple times with little success. In the time since his conviction, a few things have come to light about the trial and investigation. One witness partially recanted and claimed his confession had been forced by police who knew of his upcoming parole. An investigation into the murder investigation found the police work was not up to standard but that it “had no significant bearing on the outcome of the investigation.” Watson has been denied parole multiple times for failed drug tests and a psychological report claiming him to be a “very high risk” repeat offender. Amy Fitzpatrick [Unresolved] At 10PM on January 1st 2008, Amy Fitzpatrick(15) left the house of a friend, Ashley Rose, who’s little brother she had been babysitting earlier in the day. The walk to her home in Fuengirola, Spain was short and she was expected to be home by 10:10PM. She never arrived and has not be seen since. The search for Fitzpatrick involved hundreds of volunteers. There was some degree of speculation that she had not been abducted. Audrey Fitzpatrick, the victims mother, and her partner David Mahon were convinced they would find her alive. And here is where things get more interesting. In August of 2008, there was a break-in at the Mahon household. All valuables were left untouched, but a laptop containing confidential police reports about the investigation into Amy's disappearance was stolen along with Audrey's cellphone. The thieves are thought to have entered by forcing open a locked garden gate. Those responsible for the robbery were never caught. Almost a year later in June of 2009, Audrey received a phone call from someone claiming to know where Amy was being kept alive. Audrey described the caller as man with a notable African accent. Here’s a quote by Audrey Fitzpatrick from Euro Weekly News as cited in the Wiki article:
”He went on to say he knew where she was. She had been kidnapped and was in Madrid and the police were not to be involved. So I agreed, of course. He then said he’d ring me back with a name and address in two hours. Five hours later, after sitting with my phone in my hand and my heart in my mouth, I got a text to say, and I quote: ‘Can you pay us 500,000 euro. Yes or no send your answer now and will send you all the info you need.’ The phone number on this text is 672 564 687. I’ll also give you the number he rang me on, too: 672 564 681.”
Police attempted to trace the numbers given for the ransom and found them both to be unregistered prepaid numbers. Nothing ever came from this lead. It could have very well been a hoax by parties unrelated to the initial crime. A police report from 2011 cited three witnesses who claimed to have seen Amy in the company of a blond woman at Trafalgar Bar hours before her last sighting. Nothing has came from this report or how it relates to later sightings in which people reportedly saw her walking with an older man. Investigators from the infamous Madeline McCann case would join the investigation. In May of 2012, they announced their leading suspect for be an Irish gang member by the name of Eric “Lucky” Wilson and that they suspected Amy had been murdered. There are some witness reports sighting Amy walking with an older man on the night of her disappearance and her parents believe that man to have been Wilson. Despite the new theory, Amy’s mom would later publish a book to garner publicity for the case and possible new information. As far as I can tell, no new leads came from this. It is up to you to decide on what this next event could mean in regards to Amy’s disappearance, but I thought it was worth including. In Dublin in 2013, Amy’s stepfather Dave Mahon would fatally stab her brother. On May 6th 2016, he was found guilty of manslaughter and sentenced to seven years in prison. Amy has still not been found. Shelby Wilkie [Resolved] Shelby Wilkie was a loving mother from Ashville, North Carolina when she was murdered by her husband on New Years Day. Shelby had only been dating Michael Wilkie for a few months when she decided to marry him. She was a manager at a local radio station and described as a loving, funny woman. Michael had been through two previous rocky marriages and already had a 10 year old daughter. Within two weeks of marrying Michael, the trouble began with Shelby filing a restraining order against him. Michael was an abusive man who had hid that characteristic well in the months before the marriage, but could not keep it hidden long. Despite the warning signs, Shelby would return to him. Six months later, Shelby would again call the police. This time she had bruises and cuts to her face and Michael was forced to agree to anger management classes. She stayed in the relationship and one year later, the couple had a daughter together. After giving birth to her daughter, Shelby decided she had had enough and decided to separate from Michael. One his ex-wives reportedly warned Shelby that Michael would kill her for trying to take his daughter away. She was tragically correct. On New Years Day 2012, Shelby would vanish leaving her months old daughter behind. Just months previous, Michael had called the police to accuse his wife of drinking and acting erratically whether or not this was his way of beginning a cover up for his later plans is not clear. Nothing came of the report, and just days later Shelby would go to attorney Greg Newman to begin filing for separation. On News Years Day, Shelby texted her family at 4:52PM to tell them that things with Michael had taken a turn for the worse. Her sister texted her back to see if she was okay, and Shelby responded that she was. Her sister felt something was not right and asked Shelby to call but Shelby replied that she would call later. Her sister never heard from her again. After Shelby failed to call all of that night, her sister’s husband, Bill Sprowls Jr. went to her house to check on her. Her found her car missing and Michael at home. Michael told him that Shelby had already left for work. This struck her family as suspicious since Shelby typically did not work on holidays. Bill left several messages for Shelby at her office but after two more hours of no contact, Shelby's sister filed a missing persons report with the local police. Shelby’s parents informed the police that her marriage had been on the rocks and they had been helping her prepare a secret safe house away from her abusive husband. She had planned to leave him when he left for work, and her lack of contact was a source of panic for her family. That day police visited the home and spoke with Michael in the front room. He had visible scratch marks on his face that he admitted came from a fight with his wife, but he maintained she had left on her own free will. Although he behaved as a distraught husband, police did not buy it. They searched the home but were unable to find anything suspicious and left. They would later conduct helicopter and scuba searches in the area looking for her body. These did not pan out. On January 4th 2008, police discovered Shelby’s car in the parking lot of J&S cafeteria. They called Michael in for a polygraph test that he failed. They acquired a search warrant for the Wilkie's home. With the use of luminol, police discovered an outline of a human body appearing to be slumping as if in death. This confirmed their worst suspicions. A search of the property would turn up a large rectangular section of burned grass. Police brought Michael back in for questioning but he maintained his innocence. The police along with a SWAT team went by Michael's parents home and were given permission to search the property. On the property, they would find the charred bone and teeth fragments that were all that remained of Shelby. Amongst the fragments they found a warped and charred bracelet that had been given to her by her mother. Michael would try to claim that Shelby had killed herself and to save her family pain he had cremated her as she had always wanted. In May 2015, despite Michael’s not guilty plea, a jury found him guilty of first degree murder and sentenced him to life without a chance for parole. Shelby’s sister would adopt her then three year old daughter and vow she would never see her murderous father
2016.10.06 11:23 parkerlutz39226 Reasons to Not Trust the Police
26 Reasons to Not Trust the Police Michael Heise FilmingCops.com The police aren’t making too many friends these days. It seems like there isn’t a day that goes by where some tragic and outrageous story comes out involving the the cops and somehow violating somebody’s rights, or even killing them. But, no matter how much we see this behavior, no matter how frequent it becomes, there seems to be an army of ignorant, dependent, terrified people who will jump in to defend the police from any criticism, because, you know, they are heroes…. Next time you encounter somebody like that, show them this article, and if they still dismiss it, just move on, there’s plenty of people with eyes to see and ears to hear if you aren’t wasting your time with the willfully apathetic. But first off, I want to give a shout out to all of the alternative media outlets that tirelessly cover issues of police abuse, and show us just how common these violations are: Filming Cops Cop Block The Anti-Media The Free Though Project Counter Current News Cop Watch Now, just why should we be skeptical of the police? Well where do I begin….
The Police Have No Duty To Protect You It’s plastered right on the side of many police cruisers: “To Protect And to Serve”, but this serves as little more then a PR slogan for the public to feel more comfortable and trusting of the police. In 2005 the supreme court ruled in a case titled Warren Vs The District of Columbia it was ruled that police do not have a constitutional duty to protect, all the way to and including against a women who has a protection from abuse order from a husband and is being attacked by said husband. Being stalked? No duty to protect. Locked away somewhere by an attacker. No duty to protect. Being raped? Well, you get the point, unfortunately. The court went as far as to say “”[t]he duty to provide public services is owed to the public at large, and, absent a special relationship between the police and an individual, no specific legal duty exists. ”. Supporters of this verdict will tell you that it is because individuals are expected to protect themselves and their loved ones, which is true, but many states such as New York, and New Jersey get in the way of that with their draconian gun laws, effectively making them reliant on police, who then have no duty to oblige. A viscous cycle indeed.
Private Prisons Have “Lockup Quotas” In 2011 Management & Training Corp threatened to sue the state of Arizona over a line in the contract between the two that required that the prison remain 97% full. The lawsuit threat was spurred after 3 murder convicts escaped from the prison, and the state found the prison to be “dysfunctional” and thus stopped sending inmates to the facility. The state caved and paid 3 Million dollars in tax payer dollars to a prison that let 3 murderers escape from their facility to cover the losses created by the diverted prisoner population. This notion of “lockup quotas” or “guaranteed occupancy rates” has actually found to be a common practice after analyzing over 60 contracts between states and prisons, with some Arizona prisons having an expectation of 100% occupancy!
This could help to explain why even though Crime is consistently falling over the past 20 years, The U.S continues to maintain the worlds largest prison populations as lawmakers look to write laws to appease prison contracts instead of serving the people. There are more prisons then schools in this country. Think about that for a second.
Police Profit From Enforcing the War On Drugs Did you know that when the police arrest somebody for a drug charge, even marijuana, they actually earn money? Yup, for any low level arrest, a department can make $153 per arrest in federal grants, called Byrne Grants. This totally changes the incentives for what police work is. When you combine this, with the fact that drugs are widely available, hugely demanded, very profitable, and in some states, marijuana is becoming legal, the fact that there are lockup quotas, this makes the average citizen a fish to be baited into the system for profit, more then a master that is to be served, as all government is supposed to be. Then there is asset forfeiture, another very profitable revenue stream. This is where alleged drug dealers have their property stolen under the suspicion that they got that property from nasty drug money. It’s literally legal theft. It’s such an unsustainable method of revenue generation that many departments have a blanket opposition to legalized marijuana, despite its overwhelming medical potential in addition to the moral hazard of assuming what control over what people can do with their own bodies, that departments have even expressed that the stability of their budgets is dependent on this insane practice.
SWAT Teams Are Corporations, And Are Used VERY Commonly In a 2014 report on police militarization, the ACLU was effectively told by Massachusetts SWAT agencies, that they are private corporations, and thus are not subject to open records requests, and generally not obligated to answer to the public. The report went on to find that SWAT are overseen by LECs or Law Enforcement Councils made up of police chiefs in the surrounding area, and funded by these same departments. Somehow, even though it’s a police agency made up of police departments and police officers, these LECs were able to incorporate into 501(c)(3) status, granting them corporate privacy. In Massachusetts alone 240 of the existing 351 departments belong to these LECs, effectively creating a blanket of secrecy over SWAT and it’s operations.
This is met with a dramatic rise in the use of SWAT teams over the past 25 years. It is commonly thought that SWAT are used for hostage crises and other extreme situations, but more often then not, they are used for suspected drug raids. And as we have seen, they often get it tragically wrong. The methods used for a lot of these drug raids are overwhelmingly forceful using no knock, forced entry, flash grenades, and other excessive shows of force, even for $2 worth of marijuana. Some studies have shown that SWAT teams are called out as much as 40,000 Times a year.
Police Can, And Do, Lie To The Public Many people think that as “authority figures” that police have an obligation to be honest, but that is untrue. The most common example of this is undercover police telling suspects that they are not undercover. But this extends quite a bit. Police commonly use intimidation tactics in order to scare or trick you into giving up your rights to privacy and not to incriminate yourself. They can tell you that a witness has seen you that hasn’t, that a confession was made that never was, that you are legally obligated to do things that you aren’t, like submit to searches. The most effective defense is knowledge, courage, and a camera.
The Police Kill Far More People Then Commonly Thought The FBI reports that in 2013 they killed only 461 People, with an average of about 400 people killed per year since 2008. It has been found that this is inaccurate. First of all, these numbers are based on what are considered to be “justified homicides”. Thats right, the FBI is not interested in telling you about police murders, just police homicides. If that wasn’t bad enough, the data given to the FBI is turned in on a voluntary basis. In other words, if a police department like, oh I don’t know, the Albuquerque police department decides that such disclosure is bad for business, then they can keep the information to themselves.
On the flip side of this, several independent efforts, such as Fatal Encounters, Deadspin , and my personal favorite because of it’s simplicity, Killed By Police have taken a crack at getting the real number, and with legitimate sourcing, have come up with over 1000 people killed both in 2013 and 2014. To put this in perspective, your are 8 times more likely to be killed by police then by terrorists, with police having killed more Americans then the war on terror.
Police Officers Are Not In The Top 10 Most Dangerous Jobs Many people will claim that the police are selfless heroes who put their life on the line on a regular basis for your safety. Much like the PR slogan of “protect and serve”, this is another inaccurate factoid that serves to suppress criticism of police officers. Data from the bureau of labor statistics shows that being a construction worker, roofer, or truck driver are much more dangerous then being police officers. In fact, you are statistically safer as a cop then as a civilian, with 2013 being one of the Safest years on record for police. This is in stark contrast to the perilous dangers that police would have you think they encounter every day.
Police Kill A Lot of People’s Pets While it is unclear exactly how often it happens due to a lack of data, through the use of cell phone video’s and the alternative reporting, we are getting a glimpse of how often police kill man’s best friend. A development team is currently working on a documentary entitled ”Puppycide” tackling the issue in depth, with the website claiming that a pet is killed every 98 minutes.
Police Will Share Private Photographs With Each Other For Amusement Last October, Officer Sean Harrington of the California Highway Patrol was arrested after after a DUI suspect that he had arrested alleged that he had gone through her phone without her permission, and then proceeded to send himself nude photos of her. After a search warrant was served, it was found that Harrington was not alone in this behavior, and several other officers were identified who not only admitted to doing this multiple times, but called it part of “a game”. Later evidence showed several police commenting on the photos with each other. Harrington, an Dublin, CA officer, claimed to have learned this “game” from LA, and that it was a common thing among police officers. It’s anybodies guess how many police officers can figure out they can victimize women like this across the country.
Police Can Enforce Laws They Don’t Know 2015 Started off with another blow to freedom, as the Supreme Court, in Heien Vs. North Carolina ruled A police officer can stop a car based on a mistaken understanding of the law without violating the Fourth Amendment. This arose after a man was found with cocaine in his car following a search, based on a stop where the suspect had a tail light out. Only problem is, no law exists making that a crime, or a reason to get a search. The officer was mistaken, which lead to the defendant motioning to dismiss the cocaine as evidence as it was the result of an illegal search. The supreme court sided with the officer. This creates a double standard in the application of law. If you or I are guilty of a crime that we legitimately did not know we have committed, ignorance of the law is no excuse and we have our lives torn apart. A police officer does it, and it’s “valid” and your life is still ripped apart.
Police Have Technology That Greatly Infringes Our Right To Privacy f Everybody knows that the TSA has been data mining us through our phones, and our computers for years now. But it’s not just the TSA that is collecting data, but maybe even your own local police department. Many police departments are making use of what is called Stingray technology without a warrant to track peoples cell phones for anything that might lead to a drug bust. LAPD has even used the technology on non suspected neighbors of suspects in search of info! And of course, this has all been found to somehow be constitutional according to the Arizona Superior Court.
Some Police Departments, such as NYPD have taken to use TSA like Naked body scanner technology to scan people and their cars in search of guns in New York, where guns are unconstitutionally illegal. Not only do these scanners present a serious threat to every person’s right to privacy, but also a serious health threat In addition to this, A RAND Corporation study has found that 70% of police departments use license plat scanners. These are scanners that scan your license plate information, allowing full access to it for the officer, usually without knowledge, consent, warrant, or even a traffic violation. Many of these departments work hand in hand with fusion centers, with the federal government via the Department Of Homeland Security being able to take over local departments, so any information that a police department has is liable to end up in the hands of the federal government as well.
Police Will Potentially Kill For Even The Most Minute Laws All police encounters are potentially deadly. As the Eric Garner case has shown to the whole country, the police will escalate any situation to maintain control and dominance. If it came down to it, they would kill you for a seatbelt violation if you don’t comply with them how they want you to. Any law, ordinance, or statue is essentially a death threat to disobedience. If you get a ticket, they demand money at gun point, you don’t pay, you get a warrant and they will come to put you in a cage, you resist the cage and they will hurt or kill you. That is how it works. ALL laws are enforced at gun point, and there are so many laws that you can be put in the cross hairs at any given moment and not even know it.
Police Unions Keep Violent Police On The Street It doesn’t happen often, but sometimes you see a story where a cop is overtly abusive, obviously in the wrong, and definitely undeserving of a badge, and that cop is fired. And to many people, justice is served and that is the end, but in many cases, it isn’t. The Atlantic has compiled a list of examples of how police unions will go to bat for people who have been investigated by internal affairs and fired, and get them their job back or get their punishment reduced. This list is just the tip of the iceberg. Unions are known for protecting and shielding police from criticism, no matter how outrageous they behave.
The Police Have Their Own Secret Society Called The Fraternal Order of Police Like it’s name suggests, the FOP is a fraternal organization that has hundreds of thousands of members who meet up only with each other, in private, in thousands of lodges across the country. It’s cops meeting with other cops to figure out how to push forward their interests. The FOP lobbies a good bit of money to their friends who then cover their backs in the police unions. The FOP gets involved in a lot of reactionary measures, such as Security and fundraising for Darren Wilson, even as the case publicly became little more then a sad joke to usher in the inevitable judgment. Now they are Calling for ‘Waze’ to be disabled, even though the app and the technology are an extension of free speech.
They Can Discriminate Against New Hires On The Basis of Too High Of An IQ In September of 2000, The 2nd U.S. Circuit Court of Appeals upheld a decision that was being contested by Robert Jordan, an aspiring NYPD officer. He scored 33 points on his police exam, which corresponds to an IQ of about 125, but NYPD was only interested in hiring people that scored around the 22 point area, corresponding to about a 104 IQ. That’s right, NYPD is NOT interested in hiring the best man for the job. They claimed that this score mean that Robert would get bored with the job.
But let’s be honest here, this has little to do with Robert “being bored”. The court even admitted that it was an unwise procedure. No this is more about making sure that free thinking people, people who might question orders, who might morally oppose enforcing certain laws, people who might expose corruption, or blow the whistle on police abuse, or any other crossing of the thin blue line, are kept out of police work.
Even Small, Local Police Departments Have Received Military Equipment It is no secret that police departments across the country have received a frightening amount of military equipment. Fully automatic rifles, anti mine tanks, grenade launchers, you name it, many police departments have it. What is not quite as well known is just how wide spread this has become. Very, Very small police departments all over the country.
Cops Are Going Out Of Their Way To Hire Returning Veterans Now this can get touchy, as it is well known that veterans have a high unemployment rate. That being said, I think the argument can be made that in many cases the role of a combat veteran is only appropriate for police work if the police have become seriously militarized, and that the role of the police has switched from protect to serve to something more closely resembling that of a military platoon. Posse Comitatus strictly forbids the military from being used as a police force (but of course, it has been violated). The reason for this is that having a standing army in your own country enforcing laws with the kind of firepower that the military has is by definition a military occupation, which I would argue the police have become. NYPD has already proclaimed to be able to shoot down a plane, for example.
The Justice Department are offering “COPS grants” to police departments that hire veterans, and where incentives are, people follow. Another troubling aspect of this is that many many veterans suffer from PTSD, (which, by the way, the federal government could massively reduce by repealing federal drug laws.). It Is hard to know just how many of them actually have PTSD. Many have chosen to hide their symptoms from the VA because in a lot of cases PTSD is being used to take away the gun rights of veterans. On top of that, police are required to do extra psych evaluations to tackle PTSD if there is a history of it in the applicant, but if the applicant has never reported it, there is “nothing to worry about” from the hiring department’s point of view. Between the grants incentivising veterans towards police work, the number of homeless vets there are, and how many who are more in need of help then a new war zone on the homeland, and it’s not hard to imagine that there are at least some combat veteran police officers who should not be in that job.
Police Have Little To No Real Accountability So who arrests the cops? Other cops, after and internal investigation turns up wrong doing first, of course. So after the police investigate themselves, guess how often they find themselves to be in the wrong? Not very often at all. Grand Juries vote to indict the defendants almost every time. But if the defendant is a police officer, it magically becomes very difficult to indict them.
In the event that cops do have body cameras, they simply can Turn them off. As we saw with Eric garner, and I know from personal experience, that cops will lie under oath, conveniently “lose” evidence, fabricate charges, lose their footage and the list goes on and on of all the tricks they can and will pull to keep you down. In 2 cases, both for summary offense violations, I had 2 separate lawyers tell me, essentially that I am innocent, and I have a great case, but that its the police and there just isn’t hope. Cops word are automatically taken as truth in court, putting the defendant in a position where they must prove their innocence, turning the justice system on its head.
Police Officers have High Rates Of Alcohol/Drug Abuse and Domestic Violence Some studies show that a quarter of all police officers are active alcoholics. another 20-25% are actively abusing drugs. That is double the national average! Another disturbing statistic is that nearly 50% of officers have abused their wives! without knowing how those statistics cross, we have to assume that its close to a certainty that when you are pulled over, you are dealing somebody who is not mentally well.
Many Police Departments Have A Culture Of Racism This is something that the black community has, for good reason, been screaming about for decades. The subject reached a bit of a head last year with Michael Brown, Tamir Rice, and Eric Garner all morally unjustifiably being killed by the police. Statistics show that You are more likely to get arrested as a black drug dealer then a white one, even though there are more white drug dealers. They are more likely to be arrested for Marijuana Related Charges, they are for more likely to be subject to Stop and frisk, which is essentially random, and warrantless searches. With 25% of black males entering the justice system, they are way more likely to be arrested by police. Former police officers have gotten on the record about just how racist and sexist many of their co workers were.
They Have No Mercy For The Homeless The country is in economic doldrums that the government would like to have you believe have been on an upswing, but sadly It’s getting worse. There are over Over 600,000 homeless at any given moment, and economic trends ensure that that will probably rise. Starting with the Occupy raids in 2011, there has been a trend of police raiding homeless encampments and displacing already displaced people. In Some cases they run blanket background checks on all of the residents of a homeless shelter. other times they just force the people out, or even shoot them.
Some Police Departments Do Weapons Training With Targets Depicting Pregnant Woman, Children, And The Elderly It’s truly chilling, and bizarre, but it’s true. The targets were made by a company called “Law Enforcement Targets Inc”, all targets include whoever imaged, whether it be a pregnant woman, or a child, with a gun pointing back at them. This line of targets is called the “Zero Hesitation” series, what hesitation is looking to be eliminated, I’m sure you can figure out just by looking at the images. With $5.5 million worth of targets sold, at 99 cents a piece, it’s safe to say they have been spread to police shooting ranges all over the country.
They Will Plant Evidence On People The Walter Scott video served as a major wake up call to people all over the country to the corruption of the police force. Not only was Michael Slager found to be lying when he said that he “feared for his life” from the fleeing Walter Scott, who he shot in the back, but the video also showed Slager planting a taser in order to “prove” that there was a threat when there wasn’t. To make matters worse, the senior officers assured him that he would have days before he would be asked any questions about the shooting, assuring him that he could come up with any story he needed to. The department also backed his story that Scott had fought with him and brought the shooting on himself, before the video came out and put egg on the entire department’s face.
Unfortunately, this does not appear to be an isolated incident of an officer planting evidence and framing his victim to take the fall. On a segment on “Fox and Friends”, for District Attorney Arthur Aidala, who has been on Fox news many times as an expert analyst on legal matters, said in no uncertain terms that over the course of 30 years that planting evidence on somebody that was killed by police was a common occurrence, saying: When I was in the DA’s office in the 80s and 90s, that was standard operating procedure. Police officers — I hate to say this — would keep a second gun that nobody knew about on their ankle, so if they ever killed someone they shouldn’t have they would take that gun out. I’m talking about dirty cops in the 70s and 80s. As a DA, he must have sided with such cops many, many times over the course of his career to have this information. It doesn’t stop at the 90’s though. Earlier this year, a former Philadelphia cop, Jeffrey Walker, who was on trial for years worth of embezzlement, false arrests, false charges, corruption, had testified against his fellow officers in order to avoid a life sentence. Yes, a cop on trial for life and it wasn’t murder, the level of corruption was THAT bad and sustained for THAT long. He went on to detail how they would target “White males, college boys, wearing khaki pants, easy to intimidate”, sometimes even holding victims over balconies, to extort money and drugs from them. He once carried a safe full of drug money down 17 flights of steps to avoid the cameras on the elevator. He was just one member of a inner circle mafia within the Philadelphia Police Department. Also this year, another video surfaced of a police officer planting drugs inside a man’s car after that man had been brutally beaten and choked. His “crime” was running a stop sign A simple youtube search yields a frightening number of results.
They Have Ready Made Stories Designed To Clear Them Of Wrong Doing This is another area where the Walter Scott case destroyed the facade of the police as honest and trustworthy. In the time immediately after, the police backed Michael Slager’s story without question. It wasn’t until the video surfaced that the entire situation was found to be full of holes and lies.
Peter Keane, a former San Francisco Police commissioner, in an article for the San Francisco Chronicle, titled Why Cops Lie, wrote: “Police officer perjury in court to justify illegal dope searches is commonplace. One of the dirty little not-so-secret secrets of the criminal justice system is undercover narcotics officers intentionally lying under oath. It is a perversion of the American justice system that strikes directly at the rule of law. Yet it is the routine way of doing business in courtrooms everywhere in America.” He goes on tie the culture of lying within police departments with the war on drugs, because narcotics officers have incentives, as outlined above, to make as many drug related arrests as possible at all costs. The result is persecution of poor and minority communities who are unable to defend themselves. Because police have set themselves up as the arbiters of the law, average people on the jury are quick to take their side in a case where its a “their word against mine” type of scenario, basing judgment solely on police testimony, even if there is a total lack of any other type of evidence. This gives police officers a “too big to fail” type of safety when it comes to honesty in the courtroom. More often then not, the cops have what they would call a “working relationship” with judges, prosecutors and even defense lawyers. To everybody else it much more closely resembles a “conflict of interest”. Judges have an incentive to lock people up to fulfill the aforementioned prison occupancy quotas, prosecutors want to have a good record, and defense lawyers want a play to get the most money for the least amount of work. Not to mention, infamously, arrest quotas from the police. Another great article on this issue can be found Here
If Things Get Bad In Your Area, They Will Simply Stop Responding To “Lesser Crime” To Protect And To Serve….. Unless you aren’t a big enough victim to be worth our time. That’s right, in areas all over the country, the police have announced that they simply will not respond to certain crimes like vehicular theft or burglary. Granted, these areas are some of the most violent in the whole country, and the cops claim they are doing this so they are more able to respond to shootings and other violent crimes, but I think I speak for most everybody when I say that we would prefer that they would then just not enforce frivolous laws such as those for drug possession, but of course that is noticeably absent from the list of crimes that these departments have said they will no longer be responding to. Areas that have followed this policy include Chicago, Oakland, Detroit, Las Vegas, San Jose and others.
They Would Rather Go After Drug Users Then Violent Criminals When examining violent crime clearance rates, that is the percentage of cases that are closed due to arrest, or “exceptional means”, we find that Cops are horribly inefficient at making arrests having to do with violent crime, as well as property crime. The highest clearance rate, according to the FBI is murder at 60%. That means that only slightly more then half of all murders have an arrest made to close the case. But the focus comes when you look at the sheer numbers. The most recent numbers I could find were from 2012, in that year over 1.5 Million people were arrested on drug charges, with just over 500,000 were arrested for violent crime. Obviously, with such low clearance rates and such high number of drug arrests, there is a huge missed opportunity by the police to actually administer justice for people that are victims of actual crime.
Derek Christian is backstage, standing in front of the WiR backdrop. He is on the first floor of Club M in the backstage hallway waiting for someone. Music can still be heard from the main stage blasting to the backstage as the main stage, where the ring is, is nearby. A figure can be seen walking towards Derek as he puts a smile on his face, turns towards the camera and starts. We can finally see Tyler Dylan walk in front of the camera, dressed in a Nirvana shirt and ripped jeans. Derek Christian: And now we welcome Tyler Dylan to our interview area! Tyler it's nice having you here! Tyler Dylan: Hello, hello! It's nice to be back in WiR after this three week break! Derek Christian: It was a needed break for most of our workers backstage. You have been a part of WiR for almost 5 months now. You made your debut at the WiR Christmas special in a fatal four way with three other rookies. Charlie Kreiger won the match but people were talking about you after the match and what an amazing showing you had! Tyler Dylan: Oh yes! It seems like a lifetime ago. Well it was a lifetime ago. I was a different man back then and I have changed a lot. Every win, every loss changed me for the better and it all started in Toronto! Derek Christian: As you are talking about change... You used to have a problem with heroin and we saw what an effect it had on you, your personality and your interaction with others. Would you dare to say that is behind you now? Tyler Dylan: It is behind me. I was addicted to the brown poison but I've been clean for almost two months now. I've seen what I've become chasing the next fix and it was never enough for me. I was a dick to everybody around me and for that I apologize. But that part of my life is now really, really over. I have found my redemption in wrestling. Teaming up with Buster Bravado really opened my eyes to what wrestling means to me. After we had our falling apart I was a mess as I really thought we worked well together. But after I've beat Buster at A Happening iPPV I've seen that I can do without the poison, that the only thing I really need is wrestling and the support of all of my fans that are cheering me on my every match! An eerie voice, loud as a whisper is picked up by the camera as a rhythmic clang can be heard Voice:Tyleeeeeeeee-eeeeeeeeeeeeer, come out to plaaaaaaaa-aaaaaaaaay! Tyleeeeeeeee-eeeeeeeeeeeeer, come out to plaaaaaaaa-aaaaaaaaay! Derek looks around the hallway nervously before shrugging with his shoulders and turning back towards Dylan. Derek Christian: The fans have been behind you almost since your debut! As you mentioned you fought against Buster Bravado after your team failed to advance past the TTT semi-finals. Your win against Bravado at A Happening was actually your last win in WiR. What made you challenge the winner of the Ultimate Happening match, Kyle Scott afterwards? Tyler Dylan: After that win my mind really cleared and I haven't touched heroin since. I've challenged Kyle because I really felt... I still feel that I deserve a shot at the best and he was the best at the time as he won the Ultimate Happening. I've seen that the fans like me, care for me and I really thought that their support and my wrestling knowledge could shoot me up to the top of WiR. Derek Christian: But Kyle Scott didn't think it that way and he sent the debuting Logan Lee against you. The man who some say has the deadliest elbow in WiR as nobody has kicked out of his Shiny Raichu yet, set his sights on you and never really let go. He said that he will leave you alone if you beat him at Kyle Scott's "Loopholes In Your Fucking Face, Cunt, but he was victorious. Are you scared of Logan returning to his old ways against you? He viciously attacked you after your match with the WiR World Champion Brodie Hansen. Tyler Dylan: I’m not scared of Logan. I’m not scared of anyone. I don’t even know if he is back from his Japan trip already. I went toe to toe with Brodie Hansen without fear and people respected me for that! He may have taken one of my smiley faces but that won’t stop me. Now I know about his tricks and I won’t be surprised aga- WATCH OUT! Derek Christian jumps out of the way as Tyler ducks under a swinging fluorescent light tube. The camera pans out and we can see the light tube smashing against the wall and breaking into a million pieces as Tyler charges at Logan Lee. Logan can be seen wearing his black and red trunks and a Logan “The Collector Lee t-shirt. Derek Christian moves behind the camera as Tyler starts delivering a series of elbows to the head of Logan as he drops the piece of light tube he still held in his hand. Tyler takes a step back as determination washes over his face. He takes a couple of steps forward and kicks Logan in his sides with a roundhouse kick that makes Logan stumble backward. Tyler runs at Logan and tries to jump up and wrap his hands around the Collectors head but he grabs him mid air and launches him into the wall with a release belly to belly suplex. Tyler smashes front first into the wall as Logan rolls back to his feet. He walks to pick up the light tube shard before running over and hitting a rising Tyler with a running knee shot to the ribs. Tyler rolls around in pain, holding his ribs. Logan moves to his head, grabs him for his hair and pulls his head backward. He starts to drag the broken light tube shard across Dylan’s forehead! Smears of a deep red liquid appear over Tyler’s face as the smaller wrestler whips his arms around trying to break free. A crimson mask is all that can be seen of Tyler’s face as the ex-addict tries to grab Logan, to break free. Logan smacks Tyler’s head against the pavement as he throws the bloody shard away. Logan Lee: You may appear strong. But you are nothing but feces! Wrestling is my dream, not yours! Logan screams into Tyler’s face as he picks his opponent up. Tyler tries to break free! He swings his fists at Logan but the Collector swats the shots away and punches Tyler in the throat! Tyler is blinded by the blood, stunned by the shot as Logan grabs his head, puts it under his armpit and lifts the smaller guy up! He holds him for a second before DDT-ing him into the floor! Logan takes a second before getting up. He turns towards the camera as he points down to the downed Tyler. Logan Lee: This is what you get! THIS IS WHAT YOU GET IF YOU ARE A FAILURE OF A HUMAN! I TRAINED! I WATCHED TAPES! WHEN ALL OF THEM WERE AT HOME I WAS IN JAPAN FOR THREE WEEKS BUSTING MY ASS! GARBAGE WILL NEVER STOP ME! THIS IS MY STORY, MY TIME! A recovered Tyler jumps onto Logan from behind! Angers spewing from his face as he wraps his hands around Logan’s neck and using his weight to pull them backwards! He places his knees over Logan’s back as they fall to the floor. Logan lets out a scream of pain as he rolls on the ground, hurt. Tyler slowly gets up, using the wall! A pissed of Logan tries to grab Tyler again but the smaller guy pushes the Collector away with a well placed elbow shot that makes Logan step back. Tyler is not done yet as he runs towards Logan, jumps towards the wall, leaps of it and floors Logan with a well placed flying elbow shot to the side of head. Logan sprawls on the floor as Tyler mimics shooting a gun at him with his finger. Tyler helps Logan back to his feet as he delivers a few hammering fist blows over his back. He grabs Logan’s head and puts it under his arm pit. He tries to lift he bigger guy up but Logan blocks the lift attempt! Frustration is begging to show on Tyler’s face as he tries to lift Logan up again to get him in a cradle but Logan fight back! He wrestlers a hand free and he starts to punch Tyler in the gut. Logan delivers punch after punch until Tyler finally let’s go. Logan returns the favor from earlier as he starts smashing Tyler’s head with vicious elbow blow after vicious elbow blow. Tyler staggers backwards, momentarily stunned from the shots as Logan grabs his hand and Irish whips him into the wall. A loud thump can be heard as Tyler smashes head first into the wall. Logan is not done as he walks toward a prone Tyler and kicks him into the ribs. He turns him over and mounts him in the full mount position and starts smashing Dylan’s face with elbow shots, while screaming. Logan Lee: I AM NOT DONE WITH YOU! I WILL BREAK YOU! I WILL MAKE YOU TURN BACK TO YOUR POISON! I WON’T STOP UNTIL I SEE YOU BROKEN! A SHELL OF A MAN! Tyler tries to break free but he is getting hammered by shot after shot! He reaches deep down and tries to use Logan’s scream pauses to his advantage. He wraps his leg around Logan’s arm just as he was preparing for another elbow shot. Logan tries getting his hand free but Tyler uses that moment to his advantage and he slides his other leg under Logan’s arm! He uses all his strength to launch Logan off him as blood runs down his forehead again after all those elbow shots. Logan rolls on the floor away from Tyler before climbing back to his feet but Tyler was faster! He runs towards Logan, jumps up and wraps his legs around Logan’s neck, trying to hurricanrana him to the floor but Logan uses his superior strength and holds Tyler up. Logan grabs Tyler for the side of his jeans as he smashes him sideways into the wall before raising him up again and powerbombing him into the floor! Logan's face screams exhaustion from the impromptu fight in the hallways as he leans on the wall for a second before spitting down towards a bloody Tyler as arching his back, on the floor, in pain. Logan Lee: Now I’m done. Logan takes off down the hallway as the camera shows him leaving. A scream echoes through the hallway. Tyler Dylan: I WILL NOT BE BROKEEEEEEEEEEEEN! Tyler runs towards and unsuspecting Logan, jumps up and bulldogs him, face first into the hard floor. Tyler stumbles through the Club M curtain on the first floor as the crowd erupts in a cheer! The crowd is left baffled as Tyler grabs a wooden chair but they erupt in boos a few moments after as Logan rushes through the curtain. Tyler wastes no time as he swings the chair against a rushing Logan that has no time duck but is sent flying to the floor as the chair breaks into splinters over his chest and head. Tyler grabs Logan for his trunks and helps him up to his feet as he wraps his arms around Logan's waist and sends him flying with a release German suplex. Crowd: YAAAAAAAAAAAAAAY! Tyler wipes the blood of his face as he walks towards a now bloody Logan Lee. Logan uses the nearby fence to get up as Kyle makes him stagger again with an elbow shot across the back. Tyler tries to lock Logan in the cradle DDT again but before he can even lock Logan's head up he is pushed backwards as Logan jams his thumb straight into Tyler's eyes. Logan needs a second before he can fully rise while Tyler is wiping his eyes. Logan goes into the offensive as he smacks Tyler across the chest with a backhand chop. He delivers another one as the crowd boos. Logan turns around and sends Tyler back with a powerful spinning backfist aim straight to the head! Crowd: Let’s go Tyler! Let’s go Tyler! Let’s go Tyler! Tyler staggers backwards and dangerously leans on the fence above the ring. Logan uses his thumb to clean the blood away from his left eye. He licks the blood off his finger as a devilish smile crosses his face. Logan Lee: Oh yes. You will break. Logan grabs Tyler for his hand and puts him into a wristlock. He pulls Tyler towards him and turns around going for the Shiny Raichu but Tyler ducks under the oncoming elbow and flips backwards hitting Logan across the face with a Pele kick! Logan stumbles backwards, leaning onto the chain! Tyler kips up, adrenaline pushing him on! Tyler Dylan: YOU WILL NOT BREAK ME! Tyler rushes towards Logan with all he has left and spears the both of them over the balcony and on the ring below! They fall on the ring feet apart, not moving! CROWD: HOLY SHIT! THEY ARE DEAD! HOLY SHIT! THEY ARE DEAD! Officials rush the ring to check the two wrestlers as stretchers are called to ringside. The camera feed cuts and we are back at ringside with Paisner and Woodbridge. Woodbridge is just sitting back down as Paisner starts. Paisner: Are they dead? Woodbridge: They dead. Never take a piss break during a Tyler Dylan interview. Paisner: Tyler Dylan was attacked again backstage and Logan Lee was the culprit this time as well! He was talking about his journey in WiR and how he was changed as a man but Tyler wasted no opportunity and wanted to demolish the Washington native once more! Woodbridge: But this time Tyler wanted none of it and fought back! They seem to be moving now as officials and paramedics are attending to the two of them. It was a nice change to see the ex-addict fight for himself! He really will not be broken as he showed us all with that balls to the wall maneuver off the balcony! It-now what? Crowd: BOOOOOOOOO! The camera turns around as we see Logan undoing the straps on his stretcher. Officials try to keep him down as he pushes them away and walks towards the stretcher Dylan is on! He jumps onto the stretcher and starts choking Dylan out! Logan Lee: I WILL MAKE YOU GO OVER THE EDGE! I WILL MAKE YOU GO ALL OUT AND YOU WILL FAIL! YOU WILL BREAK! Tyler first tries grabbing Logan for his arms but the stronger man doesn’t budge! His starts to blacken out but with one last push of adrenaline he undoes the straps on his stretcher and tumbles them both over. Logan falls face first and Tyler falls on top of him! The smaller wrestler wastes no time as the wraps his legs around Logan's waist and his hands around Logan's neck! Woodbridge: DRAIN YOUUUUU! Tyler wants to finish this! Tyler Dylan: YOU WILL NOT! YOU WILL NOT! Officials swarm over Tyler but he doesn't want to let go of the hold! They finally break them apart, security dragging Tyler off Logan as a wall of officials and security is placed between the two enemies. They start to guide the wrestlers back backstage one by one, Logan first, trying to keep them from each other. Logan tries going backwards, going at Tyler but security keeps him off. He tries again and this time he breaks through as the crowd holds their breath! Logan is quick on his feet as security tries to break them apart. He pushes two of them away, grabs Tyler for his hand, twists it around, pulls Tyler towards him as he turns around and smacks Tyler with a vicious elbow to his head. Tyler slumps on the floor as a sack of potatoes as Logan raises his hands up. Logan Lee: Okay, okay. I’m really done now. Tyler is attended at by the paramedics as blood rushes back down his face. Logan is surrounded by security as he is escorted to the back, blood smeared around his face, a wicked grin donning it. Paisner: This is only the end of a chapter in the story between Logan Lee and Tyler Dylan! Woodbridge: They were more ferocious than you picking up women so you can be sure about that! It's not animosity it's pure poisonous hate! Objavljeno v sklopu storitve Google Drive–Prijavite zlorabo–Samodejna posodobitev vsaki OOC: Missed this when assembling the show, so it's a vig instead. Sorry Logan and Tyler <3
The house Cassy and I stayed in seemed to have had people that were ready for impending doom living in it. When we walked in there were stacks upon stacks of canned goods and food rations. How long they’ve been here seemed to be told by the amount of dust that was on top of them. We stayed in that home for about 3 days, without a complaint. It was about 7:30 A.M. when It started to rain again outside. “Rain… that’s good…” Cassy said waking up. “You slept for awhile…” I said looking up to Cassy. I was sitting on in a chair across the bed cleaning out the barrel of the revolver that I got a few days back when we were in Lubbock. “The sound of the rain hitting the roof is very relaxing.” Cassy says sitting up. “Yeah… I’m actually enjoying this.” I said chuckling. “I had a dream…” Cassy said throwing the sheets off of her legs. “What was it?” I ask fixing my reading glasses. “You and me…” Cassy stopped. “Had sex…” she continues I looked back up to her. “What?” I asked stopping to clean the barrel. “Yeah… or so I think we did.” Cassy said looking down at the bed. “You think?” “Does it involve kissing?” She looked back up to me. “Well… Yeah…” I said sarcastically. She stayed silent for a while before I continued cleaning the barrel. “Well… all I know-“Cassy stopped as soon as loud shots rang from outside. “Fuck.” I said quietly staring at Cassy. The shots continued to fire as both automatic and single-shots echoed from outside. Cassy looked at me for help. “Get dressed and stay in here.” I said putting the revolver down on a night stand. I quietly sprinted down the hallway into the front room of the house and looked out the window. I couldn’t see anything because some of the bush in front of the window was blocking the view. Still the shots continued to fire but less of it rang into the house. ‘Thank god I parked the truck in the back of the house.’ I thought to myself. The sound of motors began rattling the walls as motorcycles and large trucks came racing down the street. “Fuck…” I said to myself. I sprinted back down the hall and into the bedroom as Cassy was putting on her shorts. “HURRY THE FUCK UP AND PACK WE GOTTA GET OUT OF HERE!” I whispered loudly. Cassy didn’t say a word and did what I told her. I reached for my backpack and slung it around my shoulder, and then grabbed the revolver and snapped the cylinder back in place. “C’mon!” I whispered. Cassy stuck her arm through the strap of her backpack and ran towards me. I quietly ran down the hallway again and went into the kitchen. When Cassy turned the corner I reached for my 1911 and pulled it out of its holster. “Here.” I said handing the gun to Cassy. “I’m sure you know how to use this… Just try not to shoot me or use it when you’re not supposed to.” I told her. She grabbed the gun and gripped it tightly. “C’mon” I said walking to the back door which led out into the backyard. When we stepped outside the cold rain smashed against my head as the rain began to pour. The gunshots stopped but the engine sounds continue to fade away farther into the neighborhood. “Damn!” I said. “What?” Cassy whispered. “I don’t know if we can get out of here.” I said stopping in front of the truck. I listened closely to the sounds of the engines and I could make out that it was just about north-east from where we are. “I can probably quickly get out of here if I go back down the main road and hop back on the highway.” I said continuing to walk around the truck. The sounds of the engines stopped and a couple of more gunshots echoed. I could see through the shrubbery that grew onto the chain link fence to see one of the trucks shaking as I opened up my door. “Get in! Hurry!” I said. I reached under the steering wheel and connected the wires that turned the engine. Cassy slammed the door shut just as I put the truck in reverse. “Put your seatbelt on!” I yelled. I slammed down on the floor and the truck jerked backwards. I spun the wheel around and braked. The sound of my heartbeat drowned out the rain hitting the truck. I pulled down the shift and hit the gas. A real quick turn slid the truck around the corner and squealed the tires. “Fuck!” I yelled. But I slammed on the gas again and drove down until I hit the intersection to turn right. I didn’t even bother to look in the rearview mirror. I fidgeted with the wipers to clear my view as I swung around the intersection heading eastward. “Mika!” Cassy cried out. “I’m not stopping!” I screamed. I pushed as hard as I could on the gas going from 20 to 70 in 10 seconds. The engine roared as we sped down the highway. I looked to the left to see if anyone was coming after us but the trucks were heading north instead. “HAHA! OH SHIT WE GAVE THEM THE SLIP!” I laughed. Cassy was looking back behind the truck and was laughing too. Not even 10 seconds go by until we’re rammed from the side. The truck skidded about 40 feet before coming to a complete halt. “FUCK! ARE YOU OKAY!?!” I asked looking to Cassy. She was in complete shock with her mouth open. “WHAT THE FUUCCK!” I yelled looking back behind the truck. I kicked open the door and as I stepped outside I could see the other driver doing the same but with a shotgun in his hand. “YOU PIECE OF SHIT!” He yelled. I reached for the revolver I just left in my pocket and aimed it at him when I put both feet on the ground. I pulled the trigger so fast it sounded like one shot. Before he could fall back on the ground 3 red holes popped out from his white shirt. “AUUGGHHH!” He screams as he hits the concrete. I walked towards him as he tried to reach for the shotgun he dropped. I aimed the revolver between his eyes and squeezed the trigger. A small hole pushed through above his right eye as thick red goo sprayed from the back of his head. “Fuck!” I gasped. I haven’t killed anyone in 4 years… It felt like killing someone for the first time again. The bald guy lay sprawled out on the wet concrete in his own blood as I watched the rain wash it away. “Mika!” Cassy cries out. I look back and stick my hand out to let her know I’m okay. I look inside of his truck to see another handgun sitting in the passenger seat. “Shit.” I whispered as I leaned over the driver seat for the gun. Just as I grabbed the gun I could see a brown satchel filled with shotgun shells and 9mm rounds. I didn’t hesitate to grab it. “Mika!” Cassy cried out again. I ignored her and tossed the pistol in the bag and pulled myself out with the bag in my other hand. “MIKA!!” Cassy squealed. When I was fully out of the truck I looked to my right and a giant fist slammed into my right eye. I fell to the ground before I could hear POP!POP!POP!POP! ‘How did I not hear him?’ I asked myself. I watched a few raindrops explode on the ground before Cassy came around me. “MIKA!!” She screamed at me. I felt Cassy put her soft hand on my face which seemed to snap me back into reality. “Whoa…” I said quietly to myself. “I didn’t even see him!” I said smiling. “Mika!” Cassy yelled picking me up off the ground. I didn’t realize it till I stood up, but I still had my reading glasses on and they cut into my skin. “Damn!” I said taking off the glasses and throwing them on the ground. “Grab their guns and get back in the truck!” I commanded Cassy. She grabbed the shotgun and the handgun the other guy had and sprinted back to her side of the truck. I spun around a few times trying to figure out what had just happened and looked at the other guy Cassy had shot. “Damn!” I said to myself. Three shots right below the neck and another in the left cheek. I bent over to grab the satchel that turned a dark brown from the rain and walked back to the truck. As I came up to the side of the truck I can see that the passenger door behind mine was pretty banged up but it definitely looked better than the front of the other truck. I hopped inside and immediately set the truck into drive. “Oh fuck! That was crazy!” I laughed as I closed the door. Cassy was staring at me with an upset look. “Christ Mika! You could’ve just died right there.” Cassy scolded. The thought of me dying didn’t even pass my mind; all I could think about was how I killed that bald guy and Cassy shooting the other man perfectly in the head. “You just aced that guy in the fucking head!” I smiled starting to speed down the road. Cassy looked back behind us and then back at me. “Fucker!” Cassy said slapping my arm. I giggled a little bit as she sat back in her seat looking out her window. “Whaat!?! C’mon!” I said touching her shoulder. She quickly swatted it away. “We could’ve just fucking died and you’re joking about it!” Cassy yelled looking back at me. “Jeez sorry I was just trying to…” I stopped just as Cassy looked away. I sat back into my seat and pushed the ‘On’ button on the radio and Jimi came on. I didn’t really think about it but I really did just almost fucking die back there. I mean I don’t take that shit lightly but like damn it didn’t really hit me that I could’ve died. We drove in silence and we didn’t even make one sound to each other. A few hours go by before we hit the town of Dublin when I ask Cassy: "You said something about us having sex?" Cassy looked at me with a puzzled look and then giggled. "Oh yeah." She giggled running her fingers through her hair. I looked over to her smiling. The light from the radio lit up her face because it was so dark from the clouds. "What happened?" I asked. "Well like..." She paused. "I dunno, it was like so fast and all..." She said looking away from me. "You don't remember?" I ask. "Yeah I do... it's just..." "Are you embarrassed or something?" I asked looking back at the road. "Well no... it's just... that it was weird... or kinda..." "Weird?" I said watching the window wipers go back and forth. "Like I don't even know if it was sex..." "Were we naked?" "I mean, yeah..." She said rubbing her arm. "Do you know what sex is?" I asked looking back at her. But she was silent and gave a half-heartedly smile. She looked back to me and shook her head. "Hmm..." I said looking back out to the road. Almost a minute went by in complete silence with the same Jimi Hendrix song that played an hour before playing lightly through the speakers. I hesitated to say it but I asked: "Do you wanna know?" Cassy looked into my eyes and raised her eyebrows. 'Do I really wanna have sex with her?' I thought to myself. "Well... maybe later..." She said smoothly. The thought of Cassy riding on top of me stuck in my head. "Well... yeah... maybe later." I said looking back to the road. "Have you had sex before?" Cassy asked lightly. "Yeah but that was when I was a teenager." I said following the windshield wipers. "Was it good?" She asked shifting her weight towards the door. "Well for my first time it was!" I said laughing. Cassy giggled a little bit and ran her fingers through her hair again. Then I thought about ramming Cassy from behind. 'Euughh' I thought to myself. Do I really wanna have sex with Casssy? I mean... she's like a best friend to me... I guess I'll just have to see what develops after awhile...
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