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One more to go if anyone is interested?

Okay. Looks like I'll have to decide the others to fill out but what we have from those kind enough to respond are: Aspirant Brazen Pinprick Pogo Slime

Timreh the Anxious, Hoarder of Pizza and Cushion!

I shouldn't chuckle. As a Southerner I can be sympathetic to sterotyping constants. I fear our own Kaiju would probably be "Megapossum" or some such

The more I learn about this guy the more I despair.

Thanks. Fair concerns about it being overly elaborate. Without meaning to I think I tinged it silver age there, with meteors, time travel, and a friendly indigenous tribe. But also, it occurred to me that it does allow an odd loophole in the sense that Mechanon's very existence has already changed the timeline. And without Mechanon, there's no Mechana, so Chronos and Thundrax's part in creating the city is 'permissible' as it abruptly solidifies in the timeline. More than than just geoforming the river area to make it a bigger hub for development, the aged radioactive isotopes and minerals now into the area give excuse for the Phlebotinum or Unobtanium of the GM's choice. It could either have been responsible over the ages of unusual events or even subtle mutations, or completely inert until centuries later. What was meant to kill organic life could instead empower it. Again, that is VERY Silver Age I suppose, as it could lead a kaiju like moose monster known by its fans as "Mister Jesus Murphy" and has yet to be caught and transported to Monster Island.

The above is a rough draft, and clearly the hero is intended to be Scott's own Thundrax 🫡 I had considered using an adult offspring or grand child of Thundrax allowing for more time passage, then I discovered Thundrax himself doesn't age.

Hardly a consistent schedule in my tinkering with ideas, but i do have this as my lead in for how geography got changed Northgate (The City That Almost Wasn't) History: Northgate shouldn’t be; Not in its current form anyway. It another timeline, another Earth, it would have become a town with a population of a little less than 300 people. That timeline never got to be. Much is the same as it was supposed to be. Indigenous people inhabited the lands of Manitoba for thousands of years. European traders, French first, then British, “discovered” the area, and explored what, was to them, new territory. But somewhere (more accurately, “somewhen”), a meteor that was never meant to crash into the area of northern Manitoba? Did. Which is why we start Northgate’s story in the first half of the twenty first century. “She” had been sent away again despite her unswerving devotion to her creator. Mechana was created to be a mate to Mechanon. At times, when he felt the need to ‘replace’ organic life, especially, she was permitted to work by his side. But often, Mechana noted with a sense of insufficiency, she was relegated to minor projects. She worked steadfastly at these. If this was what pleased Mechanon, then that is what Mechana would do. Her latest assignment was cataloging the history of those few organics of note that had attempted to foil Mechanon before; not just those encounters, but more details of their other encounters against other organics of similar power level. It was when examining the historical data of one Dr. Destroyer that Mechana stumbled onto something that was of interest and might be of use to Mechanon. This permitted her a chance to communicate with her creator to request further orders. As Mechanon, she knew, made no mistakes, Mechana deduced that it must have been her fault when she was given a curt decline of prolonged presentation. No doubt he was, once more, dealing with organic beings of power that were seeking to stymie his noble mission. His rather terse response flat out told her to see to this theory of hers herself and leave him be for a time. Mechana obliged, and began gathering what data she could to make sure the recreation of Dr. Destroyer’s ‘Asteroid attracter’ would proceed apace. She did not have the exact schematics, of course. But then, Organic Brains were limited anyway. She would improve the plan and do a test run. She would make no grandiose announcements of this plan. It was not her place to speak for Mechanon, merely serve his schemes. She only needed one asteroid, the right one. The chosen asteroid’s name was AVX-343. It was not picked randomly. Her studies indicated that at it’s core was radioactive material that, once released by violent impact, would send a pulse of deadly radiation so intense that it would kill 98% percent of organic life planet wide. She would use cloaking technology on AVX-343 to shield it from detection. The cloak would be short term, but by the time it was bypassed, it would be too late. Mechana felt something bordering on pride at this. Mechanon would be pleased that she carried out his vision. It took three years, no time at all to one capable of self repair but eventually, AVX-343 was prepared, and launched. There were no ‘meddling kids’ of Ravenswood to warn any superheroes. There was no grandiose boasts of imminent doom in the style of Destroyer. There was, however, Captain Chronos. And his careful avoidance of direct contact with Mechanon meant he was not in the historical data Mechana had reviewed. ---- “Get your pants on,” Captain Chronos told the hero. “You’re not the first person to say that to me,” The hero told him. There was a thunderclap and the formerly less garbed Canadian icon was instantly outfitted in his costume “Look, what’s going on?” “I need you to fly just on the edge of the atmosphere at roughly 13:20 hours at this Latitude and longitude, fill the stratosphere with lightning” Captain Chronos filled him in, “And when you see a solid object approaching, put this on it.” He held out what looked like a steampunk version of a frisbee. “Count to 1, let go, and fly like your life depended on it.” Just One? The hero didn’t bother asking Captain Chronos to explain. The man never did. By this part of history, the hero had died once, come back again, seen friends and even children of friends age where he stayed still. He had retired more often than he died, only to get back into the fight. In the future, some would refer to this as a counter temporal fix with long lasting but tolerable ramifications on reality. For a costumed man named Craig? It was a Tuesday. It would have been nice if Captain Chronos had told him the ‘solid object’ was a huge asteroid turned meteor with a cloaking device that only the lightning field he had generated forcing it into visibility. As it was, one second, there was open sky so thin lightning didn’t even arc properly, and then the next? A big ROCK, wired with sinister looking technology and with an unhealthy ‘feel’ to it. “ONE!” The hero yelled, and strapped the device on. There was a slight miscalculation, not on the hero’s part but on the Captain’s. The device had been meant to cause super rapid atomic decay that would render the radiation far less lethal. Unfortunately, the immense static field not only outlined the meteor, it supercharged the device causing an inversion to the intended temporal entropy. The device overcompensated, and …. A hero ended up riding it into the past!! The exact time said hero had arrived at is unknown to historical records, though Cree lorekeepers would tell French Fur traders that a shattered star fell from the heavens, and would have doomed one of their villages, had not a son of the great spirit not guided it to the rapids where it broke the river in twain. The Traders smirked at this claim, but a few found the tale entertaining. Apparently the son of the Manitou or whatever he was supposed to be, stayed with the Cree for a full seven days while he healed and recovered his strength. Another spirit, one they said had wings on his head, came on the seventh day to find him and bring him home. Their savior and guest bid them farewell, but the local tribe would continue to pass on tales of the one known as “The Thunder Axe”.

Who can blame Slime for any mistakes? We solids are rather disgusting by nature however sweet tempered some are. Study can require proximity. Gross.

Step Out Virginia Wilmore was a decent, church going, moral woman. She was a loving wife, and took pride in her profession as a nurse. She was a helper. How far her power has grown, and how far her ethics have fallen. Already an attractive woman, Virginia seemed to tone up, shape up, became even more attractive, or maybe it was more confidence mixed with discarding her old sense of modesty that really sold it? When she began to teleport, she was filled with wonder, of course, but she also began to realize a fact... she was better than other people. She deserved more. And she was going to get what she deserved. Her job as nurse and powers made it easy for her to steal drugs and equipment from the hospital without getting caught. In case of cameras, she was one of the first to don a mask, but her growing vanity soon had that accompanied by a rather revealing costume. From there, she began a full blown career as not just a thief, but as a transporter for the other Denizens and other criminals willing to pay her for her services. She's no weakling in a fight, able to apport others high in the air to plunge, or simply causing them to blink in place so rapidly they pass out. She hasn't killed yet, acting like that's beneath her... but she doesn't feel any guilt at getting killers to their target. That's not on HER is it? No longer faithful to her husband, she's taken more than one lover when the mood strikes her, though most men consider her a 'tease'. Vain, selfish, and greedy; Virginia Wilmore, the old one, is long gone. Now, in her place, is the woman called Step Out.

Not sure i can do Slime justice but I'll give it the old college try

Sympathies, it always hurts

Thanks . Any requests/suggestions for the other two?

New Team: Denizens Dark Ever wonder why so many villain origins involve odd energies, strange chemicals, or other transformative catalysts that not only empower but corrupt? Be it full blown psychosis, or merely loosening the restraints on the personal Id, it seems quite often ordinary people exposed to extraordinary stimuli are prone to villainhood. One evil scientist decided to research this. Using his illgotten gains to purchase an apartment building (And charging lower rates than was fashionable), he began to pump corruptive mutagens and other agents into the units of a single floor. He also pumped sublimianl messages to encourage they surrender to vices and ambition (with a fail safe so they do not attack him if they ever discover they're his guinea pigs) . Over the last few months, more and more of the residents have begun to exhibit selfish and immoral behavior. A percentage of those succumbing have also begun to develop superpowers. At least five of them have taken up costumes and become true supervillains! They don't know how or why they've changed, but they rather enjoy it, and they realize they are not alone so they've formed a team. They call themselves Denizens Dark... a tip of the hat to their shared residence. Membership number is 5 to 7 (not counting the scientist himself)

Thank YOU , for sharing that story Makes me proud! EDIT: Ack, and I misread the bit about archers ! Go Red Robin Hood! Sounds like YOUR Creation did the heavy lifting there

Okay. Barring RL intrusions, I hope to partake of November's National Novel Writing Month. And, I thought, as I've neglected Caleb and crew; maybe it would be time to dust them off again with an anthology of short stories. The current idea is each short story comes not from Fish Guy's perspective, but one of the other super heroes around him. It will be about the time as the days around the wedding. But I'm not sure which ones I should focus on. Between the old Sammies and the newbloods, I can't possibly get them all. I'm expecting about five to six stories, roughly, to hit that 50,000 mark. So if you are reading this and have enjoyed Eel's tales so far, and don't mind; please let me know who your top three preferences for which characters points of view you'd like to see in a short story. It will give me time to plan and plot (I use the term laughably) ahead before November. I can't promise they'll be the ideal short story you were hoping for. You may want to see Pinprick in an exciting battle for his life only to find out the story is about him getting the perfect gift for "Fish Guy" and the soon to be "Mrs. Fish Guy" . Perhaps you enjoy highly accurate scientific jargon so push for Lady Obsidian, a super genius far surpassing any coyote, only to find I make a short story about the ultimate team leader challenge- Bureaucratic paperwork. This may not end well for anyone. But I'd like to give it a try, so please, three picks of PoVs you might be most interested in. Many thanks

Don't feel bad, I did the same darn thing at first

Ah man, he brought Bwhahaha to my life during some gloomy years. I'll forever be grateful. RIP

Pattern Ghost beat you to it, L. L

And after days of incredible agony... the Public Service Announcement DIED!

“You know I’m a feminist. That’s why I let you pay for all my stuff.”

I've posted some thoughts on the political thread and will leave it at that save to say condolences to her loved ones and family

That's the real tragedy. She had a long and amazing life. She attained heights that women of her generation were often kept from. An American success story! Instead, she'll be recalled as much as a person who refused to let go of power even when it hurt the causes she championed. It's a blemish on her personal history that's going to stand out. I'm not one for ageism, the older I get the more I'm like "hey, 60 doesn't seem THAT old" ... but I do think there comes a time to pass the torch when the years begin to erode your ability to serve as a leader or voice for your people. I am not sure a flat 'no one this old or older should be allowed to run for office' is the fix, but watching politicians space out, get confused with where they are here and now on camera, and then being told 'oh, they're fine' while their aides do damage control and everyone knows they are NOT fine is a problem. At times it seemed to border on elder abuse.

"I can't swallow that!" "Well then, Good News! It's a suppository!" -Futurama