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    One nice thing about having more space than you really needed was that you had spares. Lady Obsidian had suggested we use the second training area to teach combat and let the new guys cut loose in. It would allow calibrations to personalized to their powers and styles. We had already made a few. 

    We even set the service bots to apply a nice layer of paint over night. There was only one problem.

    "Why is this room Magenta?" I blinked. 

    The walls were not only strong enough to withstand superhuman blows of raw night legendary power, they were also bright, garish, magenta. Every single square inch looked like someone had eaten tones of red, purple, and pink flowers, and then vomited back on the walls in an even stream.

    "I should know?" She said, but even as she countered, she pressed the control pad we were using in lieu of Mabel. It was slower, but it took orders, "How'd you pick the color?"
    "Went right down the alphabet, was going Mahogany or something?" I answered.

    "Is it possible you didn't scroll down enough? orrr," Ariana stretched the word in that tone you get when you're trying to interject something that isn't going to make the listener sound good, "maybe it rolled back a little and you pressed without looking at the last moment?"
     
    I wracked my brain trying to recall. With Mabel gone, we were finding a lot of the devices we took for granted needed a bit more focus and concentration. Was it possible that I had put in the wrong color or misread the machine? Yes. Was it likely? Uhm, I thought with discomfort, yeah.

    "It's Pinprick's fault," I told her straight faced.

    "Pinprick's on the away team," She reminded me, "Hasn't been here in awhile and won't be back for awhile yet?"
    "That's what makes him the perfect Scape-Goat," I smiled.
    "Uh huh," She looked at the magenta walls and tapped one foot, "Darn Pinprick, look at this."
    I smiled, "I love you."
    "You better," She said, and for a moment the look she gave hinted at a smokey promise to celebrate that declaration. The odds of a kiss were definitely on the rise.

    And then shot down like a clay pigeon at a shotgun range.

    "Why is this place all tarted up?" a voice asked.

    "It looks like we're in Prince's tomb" another said.

    Aspirant, Bramble, Hussar, and Trailblazer had entered into the room. I noticed Aspirant's cape seemed off. It was fluttering a bit more to one side than the other and fluffed out at that. Hussar moved with easy confidence and took point. I suspect he was glancing back now and then to check his curvier fellow team mates out.

    Well, I guess I couldn't throw stones at fraternizing with a team mate given I was in a very serious relationship with one of my own. Still, I made a mental note to make sure he wasn't making the girls, pardon me, women, uncomfortable.
    Trailblazer seemed to be chatting quietly with Bramble. I suspect Bramble's earlier comment of support to Trailblazer about adapting to full power had broken the ice a touch between the two, which was fine by me.
    Valerosa directed with a firm tone of command, "Okay, everyone fall in, look lively, and listen up."

    If she had added added the order to stand at attention I am not sure I would be able to resist calling her 'Sarge', and that would make dinner dates awkward. Fortunately, they didn't, and the four rookies stood more or less together in a bunch.
    "This is a training room for combat practice and power development," Valerosa continued once they did so, "It's an environment where you can cut loose with your powers with no risk to innocents, and hopefully less risk to each other though you still need to be aware of your surroundings and your team mates as you utilize the area. You are allowed to make mistakes in here, so you won't make mistakes out there."
    "Now, any questions before we really get going?" I asked.

    Aspirant and Trailblazer's hands both shot up, in that up from the elbow kind of way that indicates you feel a bit silly raising your hands but you're not sure you shouldn't so this is a compromise kind of way. Hussar and Bramble both flat out spoke, he louder than her, rather than wait on being called on.

    "Why IS this place this girly red purple?" Hussar asked, confusion writ upon his brow.

    "What's with the magenta?" Bramble said at the same time, having the advantage, as women often do, of actually being able to name to name the shade and hue.
    Valerosa raised a brow then looked at the other two, "Is there any chance the questions you two were about to ask were on another subject besides the magenta color of the place?"
    They shook their heads a bit sheepishly. No, there was no chance of that.

    "There's a very good reason for everything we do," Valerosa said with smooth confidence that was, frankly, impressive in how conjured from the ether it was, "And trust us when I say it is all tied to the purpose of making you better superheroes."
    I nodded, "Exactly," and hoped no one noticed that she had not really answered the question.

    Then my girlfriend, my lover, the other half of my heart, threw me under the proverbial bus so fast I could almost see the bomb the movie villain had strapped to the underside of it.

    "Explain it to them, Co-Captain Eel," She added.

    I shot her a brief 'Are you crazy?' look that I hoped the others didn't notice, and then switched to a nod imitating her confident manner of speaking, albeit with my own accent, "A superhero has to be prepared for the strange, the unusual, and the unexpected at all times. You may find yourself fighting in the ocean depths, a steampunk style underground villain lair, or on the surface of a strange world where the very sky is not the color you are familiar with but rather say," I gestured, "Magenta. You must be aware of it, but you cannot let it distract you from your mission ,or the continued focus on the safety of innocents and your team mates. Your lives may, no, make that will depend on your ability to adapt and adapt quickly and find focus where it is needed."

    In certain circles, what I was doing would be called 'Laying it on thick'. There are far less polite terms for it. 

    "Huh," Hussar nodded, "I guess that makes sense."

    Trailblazer thought about it, then nodded as well.

    Bramble? Her wooden features shifted to a kind of squint headtilt combination that showed she was not quite ready to ride this train of thought to the destination I had offered up.

    It was Aspirant who ruined everything, "You two do know I'm a telepath, right?" He said.

    "Wait, are you in my head?" I asked.

    "Yeah, you said this was the place to use our powers and I figured that meant that it was okay to-" He coughed as, apparently, he read my displeasure at this intrusion into my psyche and course-corrected ,"And I see that I was wrong with both of you. Sorry about that."

    "Have you been reading all our thoughts?" Trailblazer said alarmed.

    "Only the team captains," He assured, "And only because I kind of thought that was approval." He glanced over to see Valerosa giving him a look, 'Which I see now it clearly was not."

    "Forget that," Bramble waved it off seemingly unconcerned, "I want to know, how legit is this whole 'It's Magenta to teach you preparedness thing'?"

    "Not even a little," Aspirant mumbled but not so quietly that she couldn't hear him.

    I sighed, "Fine. There was a mix up with a device, our usual A.I. has taken residence elsewhere and Godspeed to her, so this came out Magenta. But my argument was not complete B.S. as I can assure you, it took us off guard too and we're adapting as good heroes have to do. Just, try not to let it distract you."

    "And Aspirant," Valerosa said in a no-nonsense tone, "No reading other people's minds until we say it's time to use powers on each other, okay? If I want to become super strong that's fine, but if I grab someone in here and juggle them without explanation, it's a little rude, okay?"

    "Noted," He responded and I could see a light blush of color up his cheeks, "Sorry, Captain."

    Again with the Captain thing. I hoped the kid was out of my head now or there might be a wistful envy flare shot up into my consciousness that he couldn't miss.
    Regardless of that, it was now my turn to ask a question, "Aspirant, what is that behind your cloak?"

    "Oh, this," he reached behind his cloak and pulled out something that looked like a cross between a chrome retro-hair dryer and a sawed off shotgun with a small panel of lit up grids on the side, "I got it from this supervillain I managed to defeat. See, I know there are robots and things out there that I can't use my mental powers on so I figured while I was in the states, this baby would give me some protection against them." He waved it around. "Looks good, huh?"

    Within my blood and bone, the ghost of every great uncle who had ever gone hunting cried out in alarm. At least, I could visualize them doing so. I don't really have spirit powers, it's just something that happens in certain Southerner bloodlines mostly due to indoctrination and gun safety lessons being right there behind the ten commandments and slightly ahead of fifteen ways to hide a bottle full of illegally fermented goods.

    "Hey, careful waving that thing around," I said looking at the odd thing, "Does that weapon even have a safety?" 

    "Actually, I'm not sure," He admitted and touched the side, "I was hoping you guys would have the tech know how to-" And the damn thing went off.
    It turned out it was a ray gun capable of projecting a barrage of concussive force energy pulses. I know this because it shot such a pulse at an angle, hitting the ceiling, and somehow, despite being an energy weapon and not your standard launcher of physical projectiles, had enough kickback to slide Aspirant onto his ass and, as the pulses lowered along with his aim, shoved him across the training area. 
    As he desperately fumbled for a way to turn the gun off, the rest of us of reacted in our own way. 

    Trailblazer was already streaking in seemingly random patterns, which if Aspirant had been aiming for her, might have been a good strategy. However he wasn't really aiming at anyone so odds were still the same of her getting hurt.
    "Christ!" Bramble called out, and I saw the bark like material covering her grow and expand out of her hands to form something akin to a make shift tower shield.
    "I got this," Hussar declared and flew forward with impressive speed and guts. 

    He was, of course, the only one pegged by the damn thing, and as wings don't exactly help you hold your ground (For one is not ON the ground), got swatted like a pigeon hit by a drunk tennis player! A drunk tennis player on steroids at that!
    "Get behind me!" went two voices at the same time, and I realized Valerosa and I were the speakers! She could have evaded this by going intangible but, of course, was instead going to provide cover for the most fragile members of the team. 
    And while intangibility wasn't an option for me, I also had just gone to meat shield mode. Most 'strong guys' on a team are also the human bulwark types, and we take the punishment that other members of our team can't always handle. It's a weird mindset, but you get into the habit pretty fast.

    I realized Valerosa was the better choice for retrieving that weapon, "Go intangible, I got them. You can close."
    Valerosa nodded and said to the others "Hussar, get down here and get ready to shield the others, plant your damn feet and brace," And she moved forward shifting to a ghost like state and running as fast as she could towards the telepath yelling "Use both hands and aim it at anywhere people aren't!"

    Blam blam blam!
    "I'm-" Every third word of Aspirant was cut off by the blasting sound, "- can't hear" Blam blam! "-saying!"
    "Bramble, turn that shield into a wall if you can," I directed, then looked at Aspirant and tapped my own head in an exaggerated fashion. Hoping he'd realize I was giving him permission, nay, insisting that he form a telepathic link and fast so we could talk over the noise.

    And boy did he.

    The first thing I felt was a wave of fear and humiliation. For some reason I figured telepathic contact would be mostly a voice in your head. I had done similar things before, but this was more raw. There was little separating the words from the emotion, and in fact, the emotion came first. These weren't my feelings, they were Aspirant's, but I felt my blood pressure spike and my nerves jangle as if it were my own.

    'Stay calm', I thought as hard as I could. You ever intentionally monologue in your head? Most of the time we don't go around with little thought clouds, at least ,I don't, no matter what the comic books of old suggested. Now? I admit, I kind of visualized that happening.  'If it helps, share the fear with me, Valerosa is heading towards you, now don't.. no don't aim where you look' I winced physically and mentally as a blast streaked towards Valerosa.
    And I was so grateful when the pulse went clean through her intangible form without harm.

    'Sorry, sorry' Aspirant thought at me, 'What do I do?'

    'For now, do what she tried to tell you, point it at a wall far away that has no one in the way, now it's going to shove you back, but that's okay or at least manageable' I directed even as more blasts came our way. I stepped in front of one and took a hit that definitely stung but I heard Trailblazer thank me.

    Then the pulses shifted as he did as I directed. Sure enough he slid to the left of the far part of the room as he hammered the right with that weapon. I could feel his fear still and yes, he shared it with me. It seemed to give him resolve as he tinkered with the display buttons.

    The erratic pulses now came out in a concentrated narrow steam, which I suppose some might see as an improvement. Aspirant was slammed against the far wall.
    'Hold it as steady as you can' I told him 'Valerosa is on her way.'

    I could feel something new, pain, the pressure was not comfortable and he probably felt like a sumo-wrestler was sitting on his back.
    But Valerosa was there, she turned solid from the side, and rather than pushing a button, pulled at a tab causing a battery to fall out.

    Aspirant looked relieved, impressed, and a bit embarrassed, "Ah, thank you."

    "De Nada," She said and continued to hold out her hand "Give me the gun."

    "But," He said, "Killer Robots without minds, squishy telepath."

    "Give me the gun," She repeated, slower and no nonsense.

    He sighed and handed it (minus the battery, obviously) over, "I figured it would be okay here, I mean, this is America right? When in Rome?"

    "Stereotypes are wrong, Aspirant," I said in a firm tone, "It's wrong to judge any group of people by overdone portrayals on television and movies and the like, " then I added, trying not to smile, "Also, this is California and all Californians are avacado sucking hippie peacenicks scared of anything that goes bang." 

    A group of chuckles slowly broke out among the trainees and then doubled as my Californian  girlfriend and co-Captain bumped me with an elbow. The joke had diffused the tension, which is actually what I was shooting for.
    It worked. 

    I have to admit, I was surprised. Despite my best attempts, I am not the funny guy of the team- well, not when I'm trying to be.

    "Can we vote on that he never gets to use that thing again?" Bramble asked.

    "This is not a democracy," Valerosa says, and looked over the telepath, "Aspirant, we're taking this away now, and going to study it. When we figure out how it works, maybe we'll help you learn how to shoot it. But for now, no raygun for you."

    'But I like the gun' came the thought in my head that was not my own. Yup, we were still linked. And I could feel a disappointment. While embarrassed, and scared that it had happened, the endorphins after the even had him realizing it was, after the fact, kind of fun.

    Ahem, I thought at him hard, might want to disconnect.

    Oh, Shi- and it stopped.

    "Sorry about that," He said rubbing the back of his head.

    "Sorry won't keep people alive," Valerosa said, but then, it may not have been directed at her. Not that she would realize that, "When you blast, and miss out in the city? Whenever you miss, you risk hitting an innocent."

    Aspirant sobered and nodded, "I understand."

    Hussar looked bored. Trailblazer looked sympathetic now that the  shooting was over, and Bramble shifted her weight from one foot to the other in what I guessed was nervous energy.

    "Okay," I turned to them, "Let's see what the rest of you can do."
     
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    Hermit reacted to Christopher R Taylor in Champions Begins!   
    A while back, we spent some time discussing how Hero needs a way of introducing people into the game for modern players.  In the past, it was fine to print a book of rules and hand them to people, because folks were more accustomed to long-form reading, studying, and figuring rules out on their own.  For those who like this sort of thing and still do it, well that's great.  But for many others, especially younger players we want to draw into the hobby, we wanted something more. Also, its not that Hero is complicated or difficult to learn, but it has gained that reputation in recent years, and its useful to help people see that isn't the case.
     
    From this discussion came the idea of building a "tutorial" for Champions, a scenario that each session gave the players and GM more of the rules until they knew the full structure of the game and how to play it.  The name we came up with for that was Champions Begins (a riff on Batman Begins).
     
    The concept was this: a simple scenario of superhero-ing in several parts, each of which introduces more of the rules step by step.  With that would be tips on how to run a game for the GM and how to play RPGs for players.
     
    I've started writing on the main sections of the book, and am almost done with scenario 1.  My idea was this: use the old Viper's Nest scenario as expanded in Viper 4th edition, because its great at bringing players into the scenario a little bit at a time and is a classic for the game. With its six chapters, that gives us 6 sections to teach people the game with.
     
    I figure for each character we give them only what they will use for each scenario, adding with each one points and abilities then added in the next chapter.
    For example, chapter one is just pereception rolls, very basic combat (no END use, Body damage or special attacks), and movement.  So Character X gets stats, a few powers that let them hit things, move, see, and not be hurt.
    Chapter two adds skills and presence attacks, so Character X now gets a list of skills added to the sheet!
    These upgrades can be treated as "experience points" in lumps that help players get used to the game.
     
    Much has been said about how we could and should step up more to help our hobby out.  Much has been discussed about how we can reach new players and excite them with Champions by putting out new content and running games.  Well, here's your chance!   You can help out and contribute materially to this goal, by giving the game a tool that would help players learn Champions and become familiar with real role playing games.  They've played computer games.  They've watched movies.  Now they can BE a hero.
     
    Pitch in and help us out!

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    Hermit got a reaction from death tribble in World Creation Superdraft 4: May 2020   
    Shoo, go away. There is absolutely nothing for you to see here! Shoo!
    Go play with the swamp that smells like Shayol's armpits or count pennies with Nogrom I...
    Yes yes, that's a book about worlds far beyond our own. Yes, ones shaped like donuts or even the exotic sphere! And...
    yes yes, they have gods too, some of them, others are about to be born and have gods and.... Fine, you got me, it's a guide to other creations!
     
    Yes yes, that's my 'intervention'. Should this world ever become too boring for too long and i can't change it, should I ever be about to truly die or ..well, not be... I have my magic, my last magic in this creation, to whisk me away...
    and start again in a new world with new gods.
     
    Maybe I'll be a spider gathering up the stories from the sky again
    maybe I'll be a Raven, swallowing the sun
    Maybe I'll be a Coyote using foolish wolves to place the stars
    I will trick and dance and laugh forever, making wise men look foolish and showing the wisdom in fools.  
    For now though, I am the Fox that Laughs! And, well, I may linger here for awhile yet bringing joy and frustration and challenges and wonder and a couple of messes others have to clean up...
     
    You're welcome!
     
    Interference: Fox himself has an escape clause by leaping to another creation draft (Even if it's as another trickster form or a different poster ;))
     
     

     
     
     
     
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    Hermit got a reaction from Starlord in In other news...   
    So they finally learned out to do it without those College kids in "Real Genius"
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    Hermit got a reaction from Cancer in World Creation Superdraft 4: May 2020   
    Shoo, go away. There is absolutely nothing for you to see here! Shoo!
    Go play with the swamp that smells like Shayol's armpits or count pennies with Nogrom I...
    Yes yes, that's a book about worlds far beyond our own. Yes, ones shaped like donuts or even the exotic sphere! And...
    yes yes, they have gods too, some of them, others are about to be born and have gods and.... Fine, you got me, it's a guide to other creations!
     
    Yes yes, that's my 'intervention'. Should this world ever become too boring for too long and i can't change it, should I ever be about to truly die or ..well, not be... I have my magic, my last magic in this creation, to whisk me away...
    and start again in a new world with new gods.
     
    Maybe I'll be a spider gathering up the stories from the sky again
    maybe I'll be a Raven, swallowing the sun
    Maybe I'll be a Coyote using foolish wolves to place the stars
    I will trick and dance and laugh forever, making wise men look foolish and showing the wisdom in fools.  
    For now though, I am the Fox that Laughs! And, well, I may linger here for awhile yet bringing joy and frustration and challenges and wonder and a couple of messes others have to clean up...
     
    You're welcome!
     
    Interference: Fox himself has an escape clause by leaping to another creation draft (Even if it's as another trickster form or a different poster ;))
     
     

     
     
     
     
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    Hermit got a reaction from DShomshak in World Creation Superdraft 4: May 2020   
    Shoo, go away. There is absolutely nothing for you to see here! Shoo!
    Go play with the swamp that smells like Shayol's armpits or count pennies with Nogrom I...
    Yes yes, that's a book about worlds far beyond our own. Yes, ones shaped like donuts or even the exotic sphere! And...
    yes yes, they have gods too, some of them, others are about to be born and have gods and.... Fine, you got me, it's a guide to other creations!
     
    Yes yes, that's my 'intervention'. Should this world ever become too boring for too long and i can't change it, should I ever be about to truly die or ..well, not be... I have my magic, my last magic in this creation, to whisk me away...
    and start again in a new world with new gods.
     
    Maybe I'll be a spider gathering up the stories from the sky again
    maybe I'll be a Raven, swallowing the sun
    Maybe I'll be a Coyote using foolish wolves to place the stars
    I will trick and dance and laugh forever, making wise men look foolish and showing the wisdom in fools.  
    For now though, I am the Fox that Laughs! And, well, I may linger here for awhile yet bringing joy and frustration and challenges and wonder and a couple of messes others have to clean up...
     
    You're welcome!
     
    Interference: Fox himself has an escape clause by leaping to another creation draft (Even if it's as another trickster form or a different poster ;))
     
     

     
     
     
     
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    Hermit reacted to L. Marcus in World Creation Superdraft 4: May 2020   
    Nefarious!
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    Hermit got a reaction from L. Marcus in World Creation Superdraft 4: May 2020   
    Shoo, go away. There is absolutely nothing for you to see here! Shoo!
    Go play with the swamp that smells like Shayol's armpits or count pennies with Nogrom I...
    Yes yes, that's a book about worlds far beyond our own. Yes, ones shaped like donuts or even the exotic sphere! And...
    yes yes, they have gods too, some of them, others are about to be born and have gods and.... Fine, you got me, it's a guide to other creations!
     
    Yes yes, that's my 'intervention'. Should this world ever become too boring for too long and i can't change it, should I ever be about to truly die or ..well, not be... I have my magic, my last magic in this creation, to whisk me away...
    and start again in a new world with new gods.
     
    Maybe I'll be a spider gathering up the stories from the sky again
    maybe I'll be a Raven, swallowing the sun
    Maybe I'll be a Coyote using foolish wolves to place the stars
    I will trick and dance and laugh forever, making wise men look foolish and showing the wisdom in fools.  
    For now though, I am the Fox that Laughs! And, well, I may linger here for awhile yet bringing joy and frustration and challenges and wonder and a couple of messes others have to clean up...
     
    You're welcome!
     
    Interference: Fox himself has an escape clause by leaping to another creation draft (Even if it's as another trickster form or a different poster ;))
     
     

     
     
     
     
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    Hermit got a reaction from death tribble in World Creation Superdraft 4: May 2020   
    Did you see Tasha splashing nude in the shores, causing a navy to crash into the rocks nearby? Maybe you saw Eternus doing singing telegrams congratulating people on their LAST Birthdays? Maybe you even saw Malice wearing me as a hat? 
    Well, it might just be a story, but it might have been me, well, except for the last, Malice has terrriiible body odor and I don't like getting near her. But I have disguised myself as other gods now and then. I've been royalty (As the number of redheaded princes might attest), I once impersonated a professor at a great academy where I caused a panic trying to introduce 'New Math'. I've worn the form of every sentient species out there and most animals and so forth. But, while impersonation is fun, and camouflage often essential, I am a bit fond of my own appearance.
    But it's also possible it was another Fox, of sorts, a monster, a guardian, a red herring, a scapegoat, and, at times, my friend, though his name makes that last ironic. He first came in existence when I decided I was bored leading a certain someone on a merry chase and took a break in front of a lake and decided to bring my reflection to life. A natural shapeshifter, he has appeared as prince and pauper, mimic the skin of other monsters, and yes, often just looks like me and seeds confusion. He can never be slain for long (Though he has had to do some odd jobs for Eternus on the side or so rumor has it) and is pretty clever. 
    He's the most devious monster most don't even know exists- I call him Faux!
     
    Mythic Monster or Guardian: Faux!
     

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    Hermit got a reaction from Old Man in World Creation Superdraft 4: May 2020   
    "Give us a gift, o fox!" Some called and challenged.Heady and bold on wine.
     
    "It's as red as Fox, but how do you know it's not his?" One mortal  joked as he warmed by the fire playing a game of chess against a friend, "It's useful."
    That one had stung, it was good, damn it, but it stung! I had laid out kingdoms and nations, spread stories aplenty through out the world, and been the source of fun for many. It would appear Foxhair weed was ignored until it was needed. It riled me a bit, the ingratitude. 
     
    As if any of them could do a better job than...

    and that's when I thought of my gift.
     
    A gift that would be like no gift ever given!
     
     Inscissivus helped make it possible, carving whole chunks between the world, oh a severing, but there are cracks, there are grooves made. And I slipped between them and wandered old worlds and new before returning to our own creation which had many names. I tended to call it "Fox's Wonderful Playground with Dubious Playmates". Ah, but what had I returned with? 
     
    I had dug up sites of old power, and bubbling cauldrons of creation untapped. I had been to the lands where stories died half  said, where old tales had been undone because no one spoke of them anymore, and a story unspoken, unrecorded, and unremembered is a terrible thing, as if oblivion of all that it is was growing by increments never to yield up a fraction of it's empire. It takes a god, a master bard, or a madman to seize a story from Oblivion. 
     
    I've been all three.
     
    But I didn't just come back with stories. I came back with power.  The stories will tell how I seduced the widow of the greatest key smith of all time to use recreate her husband's work. Others that I used the sharpest Sevittrium to shape the strongest Adamantite key which I heated in the fires of Shayol's hidden forge and then laid into the coldest frost of the God of winter. There are tales that it is not metal at all, but the bones of a dozen dead gods fused together. SO many stories.
     
    But however I made it happen, I made it happen. I brought forth the Key of Divine Sorrow.
     
    Every hundred and sixty nine years, the key would appear somewhere in the world. Which ever mortal (Neither God, nor mythic) found the key first and took it in his or her grip would find bestowed upon them Godhood! Full of Divine power (and restraint) able to work miracles and calamity upon their fellow mortals and the world itself! 
    For what most would count as thirteen days (Whether the light came or not lest they try to get around the rule by causing an eclipse or the like) the new God would work his or her will! As immortal as any being. And each day, a small cut or scar appear on that god's otherwise perfect form until eventually 13 distinctive marks be upon them.
     
    And then, as that last hour clicked away, the new God's divinity would depart, and that now ex-god would become mortal again and is struck down dead for Eternus to sort out.. The gods can hold a vote on each miracle the 13 day god did. A majority can undo the worst of the changes and damages done, though never fully. Otherwise, it stands.
    Now, if the key isn't found, the cycle doesn't start again... the key just waits. To make things interesting, besides myself, Only I, and the Man of Gold know when the Key can be quested for... after all, if ever there was a time to save the world, it's when a villain might attain godhood, or a hero needs it. I send Faux out to either give parts of the story as a mad hermit or minstrel if I'm not going out in forms like that myself.
     
    Thirteen days of godhood, at the cost of a full life as a mortal! Not everyone who goes after it will no the price until it's too late.Some will know the price and decide it is worthwhile. I place the key. Some doomed lucky soul finds it, becomes a god, and can change the world.. maybe.
     
    Game on!
     
    Gift to Civilization: A Path to (Temporary) Divinity via the Key of Divine Sorrow
     

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    Hermit got a reaction from death tribble in World Creation Superdraft 4: May 2020   
    "Give us a gift, o fox!" Some called and challenged.Heady and bold on wine.
     
    "It's as red as Fox, but how do you know it's not his?" One mortal  joked as he warmed by the fire playing a game of chess against a friend, "It's useful."
    That one had stung, it was good, damn it, but it stung! I had laid out kingdoms and nations, spread stories aplenty through out the world, and been the source of fun for many. It would appear Foxhair weed was ignored until it was needed. It riled me a bit, the ingratitude. 
     
    As if any of them could do a better job than...

    and that's when I thought of my gift.
     
    A gift that would be like no gift ever given!
     
     Inscissivus helped make it possible, carving whole chunks between the world, oh a severing, but there are cracks, there are grooves made. And I slipped between them and wandered old worlds and new before returning to our own creation which had many names. I tended to call it "Fox's Wonderful Playground with Dubious Playmates". Ah, but what had I returned with? 
     
    I had dug up sites of old power, and bubbling cauldrons of creation untapped. I had been to the lands where stories died half  said, where old tales had been undone because no one spoke of them anymore, and a story unspoken, unrecorded, and unremembered is a terrible thing, as if oblivion of all that it is was growing by increments never to yield up a fraction of it's empire. It takes a god, a master bard, or a madman to seize a story from Oblivion. 
     
    I've been all three.
     
    But I didn't just come back with stories. I came back with power.  The stories will tell how I seduced the widow of the greatest key smith of all time to use recreate her husband's work. Others that I used the sharpest Sevittrium to shape the strongest Adamantite key which I heated in the fires of Shayol's hidden forge and then laid into the coldest frost of the God of winter. There are tales that it is not metal at all, but the bones of a dozen dead gods fused together. SO many stories.
     
    But however I made it happen, I made it happen. I brought forth the Key of Divine Sorrow.
     
    Every hundred and sixty nine years, the key would appear somewhere in the world. Which ever mortal (Neither God, nor mythic) found the key first and took it in his or her grip would find bestowed upon them Godhood! Full of Divine power (and restraint) able to work miracles and calamity upon their fellow mortals and the world itself! 
    For what most would count as thirteen days (Whether the light came or not lest they try to get around the rule by causing an eclipse or the like) the new God would work his or her will! As immortal as any being. And each day, a small cut or scar appear on that god's otherwise perfect form until eventually 13 distinctive marks be upon them.
     
    And then, as that last hour clicked away, the new God's divinity would depart, and that now ex-god would become mortal again and is struck down dead for Eternus to sort out.. The gods can hold a vote on each miracle the 13 day god did. A majority can undo the worst of the changes and damages done, though never fully. Otherwise, it stands.
    Now, if the key isn't found, the cycle doesn't start again... the key just waits. To make things interesting, besides myself, Only I, and the Man of Gold know when the Key can be quested for... after all, if ever there was a time to save the world, it's when a villain might attain godhood, or a hero needs it. I send Faux out to either give parts of the story as a mad hermit or minstrel if I'm not going out in forms like that myself.
     
    Thirteen days of godhood, at the cost of a full life as a mortal! Not everyone who goes after it will no the price until it's too late.Some will know the price and decide it is worthwhile. I place the key. Some doomed lucky soul finds it, becomes a god, and can change the world.. maybe.
     
    Game on!
     
    Gift to Civilization: A Path to (Temporary) Divinity via the Key of Divine Sorrow
     

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    Hermit got a reaction from L. Marcus in World Creation Superdraft 4: May 2020   
    "Give us a gift, o fox!" Some called and challenged.Heady and bold on wine.
     
    "It's as red as Fox, but how do you know it's not his?" One mortal  joked as he warmed by the fire playing a game of chess against a friend, "It's useful."
    That one had stung, it was good, damn it, but it stung! I had laid out kingdoms and nations, spread stories aplenty through out the world, and been the source of fun for many. It would appear Foxhair weed was ignored until it was needed. It riled me a bit, the ingratitude. 
     
    As if any of them could do a better job than...

    and that's when I thought of my gift.
     
    A gift that would be like no gift ever given!
     
     Inscissivus helped make it possible, carving whole chunks between the world, oh a severing, but there are cracks, there are grooves made. And I slipped between them and wandered old worlds and new before returning to our own creation which had many names. I tended to call it "Fox's Wonderful Playground with Dubious Playmates". Ah, but what had I returned with? 
     
    I had dug up sites of old power, and bubbling cauldrons of creation untapped. I had been to the lands where stories died half  said, where old tales had been undone because no one spoke of them anymore, and a story unspoken, unrecorded, and unremembered is a terrible thing, as if oblivion of all that it is was growing by increments never to yield up a fraction of it's empire. It takes a god, a master bard, or a madman to seize a story from Oblivion. 
     
    I've been all three.
     
    But I didn't just come back with stories. I came back with power.  The stories will tell how I seduced the widow of the greatest key smith of all time to use recreate her husband's work. Others that I used the sharpest Sevittrium to shape the strongest Adamantite key which I heated in the fires of Shayol's hidden forge and then laid into the coldest frost of the God of winter. There are tales that it is not metal at all, but the bones of a dozen dead gods fused together. SO many stories.
     
    But however I made it happen, I made it happen. I brought forth the Key of Divine Sorrow.
     
    Every hundred and sixty nine years, the key would appear somewhere in the world. Which ever mortal (Neither God, nor mythic) found the key first and took it in his or her grip would find bestowed upon them Godhood! Full of Divine power (and restraint) able to work miracles and calamity upon their fellow mortals and the world itself! 
    For what most would count as thirteen days (Whether the light came or not lest they try to get around the rule by causing an eclipse or the like) the new God would work his or her will! As immortal as any being. And each day, a small cut or scar appear on that god's otherwise perfect form until eventually 13 distinctive marks be upon them.
     
    And then, as that last hour clicked away, the new God's divinity would depart, and that now ex-god would become mortal again and is struck down dead for Eternus to sort out.. The gods can hold a vote on each miracle the 13 day god did. A majority can undo the worst of the changes and damages done, though never fully. Otherwise, it stands.
    Now, if the key isn't found, the cycle doesn't start again... the key just waits. To make things interesting, besides myself, Only I, and the Man of Gold know when the Key can be quested for... after all, if ever there was a time to save the world, it's when a villain might attain godhood, or a hero needs it. I send Faux out to either give parts of the story as a mad hermit or minstrel if I'm not going out in forms like that myself.
     
    Thirteen days of godhood, at the cost of a full life as a mortal! Not everyone who goes after it will no the price until it's too late.Some will know the price and decide it is worthwhile. I place the key. Some doomed lucky soul finds it, becomes a god, and can change the world.. maybe.
     
    Game on!
     
    Gift to Civilization: A Path to (Temporary) Divinity via the Key of Divine Sorrow
     

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    Hermit got a reaction from DShomshak in World Creation Superdraft 4: May 2020   
    "Give us a gift, o fox!" Some called and challenged.Heady and bold on wine.
     
    "It's as red as Fox, but how do you know it's not his?" One mortal  joked as he warmed by the fire playing a game of chess against a friend, "It's useful."
    That one had stung, it was good, damn it, but it stung! I had laid out kingdoms and nations, spread stories aplenty through out the world, and been the source of fun for many. It would appear Foxhair weed was ignored until it was needed. It riled me a bit, the ingratitude. 
     
    As if any of them could do a better job than...

    and that's when I thought of my gift.
     
    A gift that would be like no gift ever given!
     
     Inscissivus helped make it possible, carving whole chunks between the world, oh a severing, but there are cracks, there are grooves made. And I slipped between them and wandered old worlds and new before returning to our own creation which had many names. I tended to call it "Fox's Wonderful Playground with Dubious Playmates". Ah, but what had I returned with? 
     
    I had dug up sites of old power, and bubbling cauldrons of creation untapped. I had been to the lands where stories died half  said, where old tales had been undone because no one spoke of them anymore, and a story unspoken, unrecorded, and unremembered is a terrible thing, as if oblivion of all that it is was growing by increments never to yield up a fraction of it's empire. It takes a god, a master bard, or a madman to seize a story from Oblivion. 
     
    I've been all three.
     
    But I didn't just come back with stories. I came back with power.  The stories will tell how I seduced the widow of the greatest key smith of all time to use recreate her husband's work. Others that I used the sharpest Sevittrium to shape the strongest Adamantite key which I heated in the fires of Shayol's hidden forge and then laid into the coldest frost of the God of winter. There are tales that it is not metal at all, but the bones of a dozen dead gods fused together. SO many stories.
     
    But however I made it happen, I made it happen. I brought forth the Key of Divine Sorrow.
     
    Every hundred and sixty nine years, the key would appear somewhere in the world. Which ever mortal (Neither God, nor mythic) found the key first and took it in his or her grip would find bestowed upon them Godhood! Full of Divine power (and restraint) able to work miracles and calamity upon their fellow mortals and the world itself! 
    For what most would count as thirteen days (Whether the light came or not lest they try to get around the rule by causing an eclipse or the like) the new God would work his or her will! As immortal as any being. And each day, a small cut or scar appear on that god's otherwise perfect form until eventually 13 distinctive marks be upon them.
     
    And then, as that last hour clicked away, the new God's divinity would depart, and that now ex-god would become mortal again and is struck down dead for Eternus to sort out.. The gods can hold a vote on each miracle the 13 day god did. A majority can undo the worst of the changes and damages done, though never fully. Otherwise, it stands.
    Now, if the key isn't found, the cycle doesn't start again... the key just waits. To make things interesting, besides myself, Only I, and the Man of Gold know when the Key can be quested for... after all, if ever there was a time to save the world, it's when a villain might attain godhood, or a hero needs it. I send Faux out to either give parts of the story as a mad hermit or minstrel if I'm not going out in forms like that myself.
     
    Thirteen days of godhood, at the cost of a full life as a mortal! Not everyone who goes after it will no the price until it's too late.Some will know the price and decide it is worthwhile. I place the key. Some doomed lucky soul finds it, becomes a god, and can change the world.. maybe.
     
    Game on!
     
    Gift to Civilization: A Path to (Temporary) Divinity via the Key of Divine Sorrow
     

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    Hermit reacted to Matt the Bruins in Batwoman   
    Yeah, I'd give Caity the edge in a fight with anyone else on that show except Dominic Purcell, and since he doesn't seem to move quickly she might be able to evade his punches.
     
     
    Seriously, I'm a pudgy 50-year-old office worker and I could have dragged Johnathan Kent's suicidal ass to the overpass everyone fled to (a big no-no, by the way) in the time Clark stood there gawking with his mouth open. People running for their lives from a twister tearing their cars to scrap metal would not stop and think "Gee, that young football player saved his dad slightly quicker than a huge adrenaline rush in a powerful athlete would justify—must be an alien freak!"
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    Hermit reacted to Greywind in Batwoman   
    It isn't a failure if you use Wonder Woman and Aquaman as the leading metric.
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    Hermit reacted to Lord Liaden in Batwoman   
    And you can consider Zack Snyder's direction of Watchmen to be a trial run for his other forays into super movie-making.
     
    The original Watchmen graphic series was brilliant in a number of ways; but it convinced me that Alan Moore just didn't understand the positive motivations for someone taking up the role of hero. (Some of his later works did cause me to revise my opinion, somewhat.)
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