Scott Ruggels

We can only hope, but with Hasbro being an East Coast company, I would sadly expect some Manhattan financier type.

Marvel has a few more "successes" like The Marvels and they will go out of business.

That's kind of my idea.
 
Anything that could be expressed in a physical form would be built as a normal character, with mental characteristics bought down to zero. Then a package of skills and abilities that could reflect the character's learned things would be layered into it.
 
Sleeves would have different abilities: normal humans, gene-enhanced, bioroids, etc.
 
I'm not expecting a lot of body switching going on among PCs (unless someone gets their sleeve killed), but it would be important to have the ability if they decide to resleeve for a cover ID or something.

In the books and Netflix series a cortical stack effectively grants you Life Support immortality by way of an obvious inaccessible focus. The books describe rich people having banks of blank clones for them to download into. One punishment in this world is to forcibly remove someone’s digital self from “their” body and adding the now empty body to the public bank of available bodies. The first book has the main character walking around in someone else’s body and having to deal with their nicotine addiction and attraction to another character. This might be a transform attack in Hero terms. Transform from human body to cortical stack digital human freight and vice versa. 

https://www.fantasyofflight.com/collection/aircraft/currently-not-showing-in-museum/golden-age/1934-pitcairn-autogiro-pa-18/
 A restored two seat Pitcairn Autogiro.
 
Year Built — 1932 Length — 19’5″ Height — 11’4″ Rotor Diameter — 40′ Top Speed — 100 mph Engine — Kinner R5 (160

https://www.fantasyofflight.com/collection/aircraft/currently-not-showing-in-museum/golden-age/1934-pitcairn-autogiro-pa-18/
 A restored two seat Pitcairn Autogiro.
 
Year Built — 1932 Length — 19’5″ Height — 11’4″ Rotor Diameter — 40′ Top Speed — 100 mph Engine — Kinner R5 (160

It was after this, that New York Newspapers bought Pitcairn, and DeLa Cierva Autogyros for their reporters.  THough it was payroll expenses for the pilots that eventually discontinued the services, but they are markedly easier to fly than equivalent fixed wings.

Terzo's friend Bertuscio, lawyer with a night job of vigilante. The portrait was him 20 years ago, so the Beard of Awesome is no longer ginger.
 

After seeing Ryan Reynolds as Deadpool, I keep having him voice Foxbat in my head now.

There are days when the Dungeon Master doesn't feel like indulging his inner thespian.

Sounds like a reasonable Southern Restaurant to go to.
 

Sounds like a reasonable Southern Restaurant to go to.
 

This occured during the Regan years (during the air traffic controllers dispute) We had been in a long campaign which involved a 'coup' against the Canadian government, which we foiled, then traced the group back to a base near Curchill Mabitoba. After fighting our way into the base, defeating the evil doers, we discovered that the leaders were space aliens, who escaped in a private jet fleeing southwards, I was in command of the group, and contacted the Canadian forces base outside of Winnipeg, I ordered air force units to scramble and force the jet down. When they refused, claiming to be FBI agents I told the pilots "I don't care who they claim to be they are violating Canadian airspace."
     Two weeks later, The Calgary Herald, ran a cartoon, "two Mounties, one mounted the other dismounted wearing the red serge uniforms (which are actually dress wear) holding his hosre's reins and a smoking pistol pointed to the ground, a short distance away a figure is buried to his shoulders wearing a cape, on his chest a logo 'a diamond with an S inset. It's captioned "I don't care who he was he was violating Canadian Air Space". 

"Well just look at him, the guy's got a little gun that probably can't even break a window..."
 
POP... Character goes down...

The bottom line is that you cannot expect a corporate entity to behave in a principled fashion; genuine integrity is only ever a welcome bonus. Invariably, they will pursue that which is popular...that which is profitable. If insanity is en vogue, then do not be surprised if they start donning straitjackets as a sign of faux-solidarity.

Thank you for the effort. 

What a relief, Hell's Rebels Season Four didn't end on a cliffhanger and actually got renewed. (sorry for the very long but unavoidable gap since the last session) 
 
When last we met, Barzillai Thrune's fascist state was being rapidly unravelled by a coalition of artists, intellectuals, and sexual deviants. In particular the Skinsaw Cultists that Thrune imported are being demoralised and in some cases caramelised by our ambush inside Hocus' Phantasmogorium, and they're attempting to get behind us to counterattack. They don't know the building and its secret passages as well as we do. 
 
They also don't know that Civilla has Arcane Locked the front and side doors.
 
Rajira: We don’t want any of them escaping after all.
 
Rajira: So, Civilla, how does this ‘Hungry Earth’ work?
Civilla: Indiscriminately, as far as I know.
 
SOMEBODY on the other side of the next wall knows about the secret doors, and is loudly abusing the rest of the cultists, as we get into position to ambush them again. 
 
GM: I don’t think any of them have even SEEN you yet.
 
Mahat throws the door open and everybody who can throws AoE spells into the room, regardless of any works of art or furnishings still left from the original business.
 
Shimza: FIREBALL
Ayva: Those belong in a museum. 🙁
Rajira: This isn’t a museum, it's a tourist trap.
Civilla: FIREBALL
Ayva: Would a third fireball be a bit much?
Rajira: I don’t think so.
Ayva: FIREBALL. The solution to many problems.
 
Mahat can see the Skinsaw leader - she’s a beautiful humanoid with spider legs behind her.
 
Mahat: Well that's OK, I’m a snake man myself. You’re something, but I really don’t care what. Hey people, Spider Person!
 
After the explosions a significant proportion of the next room is glowing a dull red.
 
Ayva: We’ll consider that difficult ground, shall we?
 
The surviving latecomers from the first room take note of the repeated KABOOMS, reconsider some of their life choices, and instead look for somewhere to hide. The Spiderwoman seems to have avoided most of the conflagration, however. She attempts to Web Mahat, which at least is thematically appropriate. Rajira attempts to Fly behind her, and gets bitten. Despite her species' naturally toxic nature, she is Poisoned, and now has all the mental acuity of a poisonous mushroom.  Bertuscio doesn’t achieve much either. Terzo attempts a Blistering Invective to set the Spiderwoman on fire.
 
Terzo: Could you do us all a small favour and JUST DIE? *Intimidate check fails* I don’t think she’s going to oblige us.
 
GM: The Spiderwoman attempts a ‘if I’m going down I’m going to take you down with me’ and is now realising she cannot, in fact, take you down with her.
 
Rajira starts shaking off the venom while her cousin starts cutting off all extraneous limbs off the Spiderwoman.
 
Rajira OoC: A Restoration would be appreciated right now.
Civilla OoC: Shimza has a few bottles of Cleric in a Can.
Rajira OoC: Useful when we don’t have a cleric in the party.
Civilla OoC: Better! They don’t complain, b***h, or demand a tithe.
 
Bertuscio and Terzo get repeatedly referred to  as Bert and Ernie. Which is less than ideal since Bertuscio skill with a whip now get him pictured as Bert in a Gimp suit.
 
Terzo's player: Thank you SO much for that.
Ayva's player: Now you know what it's like living in my head.
 
Mahat and Bertuscio hunt down the cultists that think they can hide.
 
Mahat: Did you HAVE to get their blood all over me?
Ayva OoC: ‘Only when it’s funny’
Rajira OoC: Which is itself amusing because Mahat has no sense of humour.
 
Of course, there’s still half the museum to scour clean of murder-cultists. And we have no idea if they’re using the underground monastery for their own foul purposes.
 

It is not up to entertainment - and one based around entirely fictional realms, to boot - to coddle the impressionable and educate the ignorant; that is why parents and schools exist. Escapism makes for poor tuition. A person who cannot differentiate between goblins and real-life breathing and bleeding human beings is saddled with a problem that goes beyond the scope of a rectangular piece of wood adorned with countless Cheeto stains.
 
From attempting to placate the fundamentally religious to quelling the fundamentally sensitive, D&D kowtowing has never been a net positive.