Nemesis

[Guest Worldmaker]

Re: Nemesis

 

Looks awesome guys!

If I might say one thing though...*waits for the debris to be thrown*...in her background, Nemesis is an olympic level gymnast who has been training much of her life for it, correct?

Now perhaps as a result of the wounds she took when her family was gunned down she might be a bit rusty but I think a few levels with Acrobatics and/or Breakfall are warrented. Ofcourse its just my 2cents and she's already clocked in at 400pts so I'll hush now.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Boy, do I feel sheepish...

 

Rachel, what would you like to cut back on in order to increase her Acrobatics and Breakfall?

[Rachel]

Re: Nemesis

 

Looks awesome guys!

If I might say one thing though...*waits for the debris to be thrown*...in her background, Nemesis is an olympic level gymnast who has been training much of her life for it, correct?

Now perhaps as a result of the wounds she took when her family was gunned down she might be a bit rusty but I think a few levels with Acrobatics and/or Breakfall are warrented. Ofcourse its just my 2cents and she's already clocked in at 400pts so I'll hush now.

 

Good call. I can't believe we missed that one. lol

 

Thanks, Chad. I've sent Jack an e-mail as to what to change.

[Rachel]

Re: Nemesis

 

The intro to the first post in the Solo game:

 

Newport City. A blister that was in a forgotten corner of the

world's greatest country. A little town that grew into a big city, that

blackened and darkened until it was as corrupt and vile as any city that

had ever been, before finally falling to entropy and becoming a black

seed in the sun. That seed moved through it fast, as if circulating

through a bloostream. Before too long, the infection had spread to the

city's streets, to the highest reaches of the sky scrapers and the

lowest drops of the ghettos. Before too long, the infection seemed

incurable, and those that chose to regard it either had to accept their

fate or run. Few chose to run.

 

Few ever did.

 

That was the nature of the people of Newport City. They knew

what was better for them, but they were ignorant of what was best. While

their city died, it's lungs asphyxiated and it's heart pumping black

bile into their backyards, they sat by and watched. They did so with

full awareness that Newport City, by all logic and reasoning, was the

type of place only found in dark stories, in the tales where the city

was a living, evil being. It was a place where even the lowest form of

life could not only succeed, but rise in power and respect. It wasn't a

place to raise your family, or to live at all. It was a lawless body, a

waste.

 

And it was corrupted not from without, but within. Gangs like

the Devil's Boys had taken over most of the inner city, making no

attempt to hide their lineage or their line. Their leader, the infamous

Blue Devil, was all but a public figure, known and feared and yet

respected because he owned half of the police force. Before him, the

Fantino family had owned the force, but Blue Devil's aggression and

power had put him in ownership of their assets now. What didn't fall

into the Devil's Boys' hands instead filtered through to one of the many

lower echelons, where lesser gangs and mafias scrambled for the table

scraps of those above them. The result was constant turf wars, thugs and

ruffians in each corner scrapping and scrambling for a piece of the

proverbial pie. In their wake, the innocent citizens, who just watched

and waited. Their shops were robbed, their homes invaded, their peace

shattered. They waited.

 

For a hero perhaps? The Global Guardians, The 4Men, The Denver

Defenders ... They all protected people, saved the day, championed good

causes. You always saw one of them on television with a little inner

city kid on one shoulder, and the optimistic thumbs up from the other

hand. Cameras would flash, reporters would cheer, and millions would be

spent on the paper the next day. But in Newport City, while women rushed

home from work on crowded subways and children feared the playground as

they would a minefield, there were no heroes to champion. No one to

applaud. No one to even respect or like. There was nothing good about

Newport City. No backstreet heroes, willing to stand up for everyone

else. No heroes at all.

 

Yet.

 

And that, ladies and gentlemen, is the environment Nemesis has to deal with. lol

[Guest Skaramine]

Re: Nemesis

 

They don't stand a chance against her, Rach.

[Kara Zor-El]

Re: Nemesis

 

They don't stand a chance against her' date=' Rach.[/quote']

 

Yup. She's a booty kicker.

[zornwil]

Re: Nemesis

 

Yup. She's a booty kicker.

For a second I thought you wrote "She's a booty licker."

 

 

I mean, yeah, we kinda figured that but .... seeing it in print...

 

then I read what you wrote.

[freakboy6117]

Re: Nemesis

 

you must have been distracted by the hypnotic power of the bouncing S zornwill

[Guest Skaramine]

Re: Nemesis

 

For a second I thought you wrote "She's a booty licker."

 

 

I mean, yeah, we kinda figured that but .... seeing it in print...

 

then I read what you wrote.

Hang on... I have to go take a cold shower now.