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I am thinking about building a character who has a dimensional vortex inside him feeding him energy. REC 30. I would like to make him resistant to teleport by others due to vortex. and Resistant to trans-dimensional powers( powers bought with the trans-dimensional advantage or effect definiton). How would you build this? This is for 5E

I am thinking of making a character with variety of powers none of them POWERFUL. The character was a liberal arts major in college and a slacker. What powers would you give them? EDIT: This is actually for a player character in my Post Apocalypse Campaign: Atomic Twilight. He will be finding out about his various powers over time. at the start of the game no one has powers. they will get them in game. I originally posted this before I heard back as to whether he would go for this.

Re: Cramming: A real Life explanation! This would also be a great way to explain a weird mental defense. Yes, you can read his mind but what you find makes absolutely no sense! I mean, the Incredible Hulk on an exercise bike? what does that mean? and so forth ans so on. However, the character knows exactly what each weird thing means.

Here is how Cramming Skill really works: Cramming explained AND How to do it! It is a long article.

Re: Activating Power Sets I would recommend a framework. with a framework, Each "set" would be one slot and you would put lockout on each slot. you would only be using the powers in that slot. Then put a limitation on the entire multipower requires a skill roll to change slots..

Doomsday how BP gulf disaster may have triggered a world killing event Now couple that with the Russian idea to Nuke the wellhead. Not only do you have poison gases and tidal waves to worry about, you would also have radioactive fallout on a scale never seen in millions of years. The complete gulf area would be completely cleared of life. You would have extreme Global warming that would make this year look like winter. The tidal waves would possibly reach Europe and Africa. It might even set off the Madrid fault line causing a massive Earthquake in the Midwest. This would make a great Post Apocalypse campaign.

Re: Record-able Mind Control You know, this power would explain the popularity of Justin Bieber. He must have it.

You have been away from earth on a mission to another star system. When you return you are hailed by the International Space Station. They tell they have been unable to reach anyone on Earth for 2 weeks. And their supplies are running very low. There are no lights on the night-side of the earth. You are also unable to pickup any transmissions from earth. When you get down to (Campaign City) you find NO ONE!. There are no people any where! From what you can piece together, it is as if every Sentient being vanished about 2 weeks ago. (this includes Mechanon). There does not appear to have been any warning. WWYCD?

Re: How to do it? - Transformer Pretender Shell I would suggest a limited form of duplication. with the second form having slightly different abilities.

Re: The Snatcher Advantage from GURPS This sounds just like the way that The Harbinger of Justice summons his guns. I think that would be a great place to start.

Re: TK Throw Things I would say give him a RKA with autofire and penetrating. Keep the dice low and increase the stun multiplier. The reason to keep the dice low is each item isn't going to do much damage by itself. And to avoid overpowering the character.

Re: Super Zeroes Don't Tase Me Man! He has the amazing ability to teleport in front of somebody who is about to be tased and take the hit for them, no matter the distance or language. This only happens when someone who is about to be tased utters the iconic phrase "Don't Tase Me Man!" However he has no special defenses versus the Taser. He has come to hate being tased.

Re: Taranis-The British plane that deserves to be in a comic book Also, remember that the communication satellite system the British has for it's military is called SkyNet! Lets see: highly advanced computer system .........check! robots with guns...................................check! Autonomous flying weapons platforms...check! Are we sure Terminators are only in the movies? Or are they taking over very quietly?

This is my character for a new 5th ed revised campaign. opinions, questions advise? Name: J.U.L.E. Alternate IDs: John Fredericks Player: Stephan Richter Val Char Roll Notes 15 STR 12- HTH Damage 3d6 END [1] 26 DEX 14- OCV 9 DCV 9 20 CON 13- 11 BODY 11- 15 INT 12- PER Roll 12- 10 EGO 11- ECV: 3 13 PRE 12- PRE Attack: 2 1/2d6 10 COM 11- 3/23 PD 4/29 ED 5 SPD 10 REC Run: 7" 40 END Swim: 2" 29 STUN Leap: 3" Disadvantages Pts DF: Alien monster (Easily Concealed; Noticed and Recognizable; Detectable By Commonly-Used Senses) 5 Hunted: ALIEN HATE GROUP 8- (Less Pow, Harshly Punish) 5 Hunted: US Government 8- (Mo Pow, NCI, Watching) 10 Hunted: EVIL HIGH TECH VILLAIN GROUP 8- (Mo Pow, Capture) 15 Normal Characteristic Maxima 20 Psychological Limitation: Hunting Mysterious High Tech villain group (Uncommon, Strong) 10 Physical Limitation: Suffers blackouts (Infrequently, Greatly Impairing) [Notes: He blacks out and wakes in strange places with no memory of going there. When he wakes up , he feels invigorated. He is wearing the suit when he wakes up.] 10 Psychological Limitation: Code Against Killing (Common, Moderate) 10 Reputation: Alien Monster, 8- 5 Reputation: Top Material scientist, 11- (Known Only To A Small Group) 5 Social Limitation: Secret ID (Frequently, Major) 15 Social Limitation: Subject to Orders (Occasionally, Major) 10 Susceptibility: using suit, 3d6 END DRAIN per Turn (Very Common) 30 XP 0 Base : 200 Disads : +150 XP Spent : +0 Total = 350 49 : Characteristics Cost 230 + Powers Cost 71 + Martial Arts/Skills/Perks/Talents Cost 350 = Total Cost Campaign Use: Personality/Motivation: He feels guilty about not being there to protect Julie. He wants vengeance on the Villains who killed her. Julie wants vengeance on the villains as well. She still does not know exactly what happened in the lab. she is usually only vaguely aware of the world around her. Pts. Power/Skill/Perk/Talent END Powers 32 LIGHT ATTACK: Multipower, 80-point reserve, (80 Active Points); all slots HALF POWER IN DARKNESS (-1), OIF Durable (-1/2) 3u 1) LASER FLASH:Sight and Radio Groups Flash 15d6 (80 Active Points) 8 3u 2) LASER AP BLAST: EB 10 1/2d6, Armor Piercing (+1/2) (79 Active Points); Beam (-1/4) 8 3u 3) LASER BLAST: EB 16d6 (80 Active Points); No Knockback (-1/4) 8 Liquid Crystal Power Armor, all slots HALF POWER IN DARKNESS (-1), OIF Durable (-1/2) 16 1) +40 STR (40 Active points) 4 8 2) +2 SPD (20 Active Points) 8 3) +10 BODY (20 Active Points) 17 4) +14 DEX (42 Active Points) 20 5) Endurance Reserve (100 END, 40 REC) (50 Active Points) 4 6) Lack Of Weakness (-10) for POWER ARMOR (10 Active Points) 3 7) Energy Damage Reduction, 25% (10 Active Points); ONLY VS LIGHT BASED ATTACKS. (-3/4) 22 8) Flight 15", Position Shift, x8 Noncombat, No Turn Mode (+1/4) (56 Active Points) 6 4 9) Sight Group Flash Defense (10 points) (10 Active Points) 8 10) LS (Safe Environment: Zero Gravity; Safe in High Pressure; Safe in High Radiation; Safe in Intense Cold; Safe in Intense Heat; Safe in Low Pressure/Vacuum; Self-Contained Breathing) (20 Active Points) 6 11) IR Perception (Sight Group), Discriminatory, Analyze (15 Active Points) 6 12) UV Perception (Sight Group), Discriminatory, Analyze (15 Active Points) 8 13) N-Ray Perception (Sight Group), Discriminatory, Analyze (20 Active Points) 3 14) Mental Defense (10 points total) (8 Active Points) 56 Armor (20 PD/25 ED), Hardened (+1/4) (84 Active Points); OIF (-1/2) 0 Skills 3 Criminology 12- 3 KS: Criminal Law 12- 3 Forensic Medicine 12- 3 Paramedics 12- 3 KS: Police Procedure 12- 6 PS: MATERIAL SCIENTIST 15- 3 Streetwise 12- 3 Scientist 6 1) SS: Bio-Chemistry 16- (7 Active Points) 6 2) SS: Chemistry 16- (7 Active Points) 6 3) SS: MATERIAL SCIENCE 16- (7 Active Points) 5 4) SS: Nuclear Chemistry 15- (6 Active Points) 5 5) SS: Physics 15- (6 Active Points) Perks 3 Contact: "MR. LYNCH" (Contact has access to major institutions) 11- 7 Fringe Benefit: Security Clearance, Top Man 3 Access Talents 3 Bump Of Direction Height: 1.87 m Hair: Brown Weight: 115.00 kg Eyes: blue Appearance: The power armor is a mostly midnight blue Crystalline suit. It looks like a 6'6" alien. There is something about it that is just 'wrong' somehow. Quote: Background: Jeweled Unhuman Living Entity John is a Top Man Scientist for the Government. He also is a Professor at(insert University). His lab assistant, Julie, was a genius. He could only keep up with her research due to his years of knowledge. They were working on a way to make a smart material that could go from liquid to solid in an instant. During an important part of an experiment he was called away by the Government to analyze some alien material. While he was gone, Julie made a break through with the material they were using, a dark blue crystalline matrix. She found out the material could be controlled by thought. She stored a copy of the discovery in a special folder on the server that she and John used for notes when he had to be out of the lab. While she was testing the material while wearing the cerebral enhancer, a High Tech Villain group attacked the lab to steal the research. During the fight, she gets hit with a massive charge of electricity, causing the cerebral enhancer to overload and transfer her mind into the crystalline matrix and kills her body. It also fries all the computers in the lab, erasing all of their notes. The villains leave as what they came to steal has been "destroyed". 2 weeks later John returns from 'vacation'. He finds out about the attack and death of his lab assistant. He checks the lab and finds the blue liquid crystal they were using has solidified into a lump of crystal. He is told that due to the attack and near destruction of his lab during his "absence", it will be a couple of months before he can do any more research. He checks his email finds one from Julie telling him to check the folder, she discovered something. With her notes, he is able to recreate the cerebral enhancer and control the crystal. During his time off, he analyzes the material as something has changed about it. He discovers it has the ability to focus or diffuse light. He decides to use the material to make a suit of power armor to hunt down the villains and bring them to justice. To hide his appearance, he has the suit look like a monstrous crystalline Alien. He starts researching how to be a detective. This has caused his science skills to drop as he is not maintaining them as well as he used to. In testing the suit, he starts to suffer from occasional black outs. He wakes up in weird places, in the suit and feels invigorated. During his blackouts is when Julie takes over. She has been trying to figure out where she is. Due to the sensory abilities of the material, she is seeing the world very differently than she did before. She is unaware she is dead and she is on earth. She thinks she is on an alien world. Powers/Tactics: The suit gives him control of light. So far he has figured out how to use the sensory abilities of the material. He has figured out that the material makes a great crystal to focus light thru. He has created a simple laser blast, a very focused laser blast that can cut thru armor and the ability to flash someone by shining it into their eyes. He recently discovered a way to fly in the armor by manipulating the magnetic field of the Earth. The cerebral enhancer has the side effect of improving his hand eye coordination and balance, as well as speeding up his perceptual speed. Due to the base crystalline matrix of the material, it is very strong. Using this, he is able to lift much heavier objects than he originally could.

Re: Code vs Killing, but Gods a little fuzzy about kneecaps. This topic is why I like the Palladium Alignment system. It handles these subjects much better.

Re: Spreading Good WIll Nope. Just posted into the wrong forum. It should be iin the Champions forum. Also, did the entity say IT was going to destroy the earth? NO! It just said the earth would be destroyed but did not say how.... or who......

Re: I am your NEMESIS! Why Not? You have total control over what powers the player has. The player has to figure out what powers he has in the middle of combat. A very dangerous thing to do. The character has at best a feeling of what his powers are but still has to guess. Guess wrong quick trip to the hospital ICU.

I have an idea for a character and i am having a little problem defining the limitations. His power is: he scans you (a detect need good wording for this too) and alters his powers(his VPP) to be your nemesis. This is done on an intuitional level. He doesn't know what his powers are (or what yours are either) just they make him your Nemesis,the omega to your alpha, your opposite. However it doesn't work vs gadgets or robots or powersuits. The powers must be part of you, i.e mutants for example. So, if you have an vulnerabilities or susceptiblities, my powers would be that special effect. However in combat is when I would have to figure this out.

Re: Kryptonian knockoffs in CU? They mention Vanguard in the Destroyer book but do not give stats for him. He is a superman analog.

My wife wrote this about Tike. This is the first draft. She gave me permission to post this. Cyndy and the Fat Man My name is Cyndy Empire and I am a stuperhero. You have to keep it a secret or my nemesis ‘Mr. Bear’ will find out. It’s difficult being a hero, but I prepare myself constantly for that day when I will rise up before the whole world. Yesterday, I started kindergarten. Only half days. My best friend Roger, well my only friend, right Mr. Bear? He goes to school in the afternoons, but I get up early only to go to a place where they want me to take a nap. At snack time, I was approached by a 10 year old boy. We’ll call him test subject number one. “Gimme your milk,” I can smell the boy-stink on him. He wouldn’t say that to DynaGirl. But I got to keep my hero-ness a secret, so I hand over the container of white stuff. “Here you go, Test-Subject Number One.” I smile. Smiling puts people at ease mommy says. She’s a good hostess so she ought to know. “You think you’re smart?” He gulps lab test 324, invisibility potion. “Yes.” Be truthful. General Empire always values truth. Justice and the American Way are more Superman’s fields. Then he pushed me. He tried to. His hand froze mid-thrust and I waited to see what was next. “Test Subject Number One, has successfully ingested 324. Effects appear to be paralysis and gurgling.” I speak into Mr. Bear’s hidden microphone. All nemeses know their hero’s secrets so we work together to get it just right. The boy falls over. But the test is not all ruined. His hand has indeed disappeared. Weird. I wonder if his insides are all visible. No way to tell at this juncture. Mommy wouldn’t let me take the portable x-ray machine and I didn’t want to tweak my Etch-In-Fetch. And the bell rings. I turn to go back into Local 4242, when I hear a snippet of conversation. Normally eavesdropping is rude. Roger told me a story a few days ago and I was surprised to hear it repeated here. No one listens to Roger; he once ate worms because I said they were gummy. I feel bad about the repeated hypnotic experiments and their continued effects on him so he is still my ‘sponsibility. “Roger says he got to see him at the Mall.” Janet is telling a gaggle of girls. Why would Roger talk to Janet? He’s my friend. “Did he ask for what he wanted?” That was Sara. She’s the daughter of a sheik or something. General Empire says to be nice to her because her family is into natural energy or something like that. I think Sara’s a waste of stem cells. “Yeah. And Santa promised he’d have it by Thursday.” So Roger was ordering stuff? Didn’t we all? I have some spare Hello Bunny pjs on back order it’s not like I’m not in the know. I’d never heard of Santa though. “Who is Santa?” I may as well ask. Smarty-pants Janet is going to tell me anyway in that sing-song voice of hers. Maybe I should work harder on that Anthrax. “Just the best thing in the world. Once a year, if you’re good, you make a list and Santa brings you everything on it.” Her eyes roll well, like a good doll. I wonder if she can spin them round. “For free?” It sounds like a pyramid scheme or a ponzi scheme of some sort. “Yeah. You don’t have to worry though. He’ll never stop at YOUR house.” They laughed at me. I persevered though in the name of science. I gathered details on this strange phenomenon and when I was done, I offered them milk. Ms. Thomas had to go outside to get them later. She also spotted Test Subject Number One. Am hopeful that the school nurse results will provide more data. Here is the scheme. Once a year there is this fat man who busts into every house in the country. He destroys homeland security, eats our food and flys a nuclear reindeer around the world. He carries things that other people request and he does it for nothing. There’s got to be a catch. He’s not getting into my house. They said he’s been there before, but not this year. “Cyndy, do you want to go to the Mall?” Janet, the babysitter, asks. She just wants to hang out in the food court to make out with her boy-friend while Mommy and the General pay her. Most of the time I’d say no, this year I have recon to do. “Sure, Janet.” She looks startled, I should do this more often. Apparently, it throws them off my scent. Janet’s not too attentive and I need her that way. Hormones make her act weird. “Cyndy, do you have to wear that?” I’ve put on my costume. It’s my Hello Bunny pink fleece with the pull up zipper. It will stop a MAC truck and make a dent. My Vider helmet and my light sabre. I want to put the fear of God into the fat man. He will pay. Break into my home would you? “Yes.” This is serious. I can’t be talked down. “Fine. But you’re not sitting by me on the bus then.” She storms away. She won’t really leave her meal ticket behind. I use the extra time to make notes with Mr. Bear. I lose Janet at the food court and proceed to the fat man’s base of operations. There is a long line of petitioners trying to get free stuff. I step into place next to a little boy with a list in his hands. “I want a truck and an engine, and a GI Joe action figure.” Boring. He obviously can’t reach the pedals and wouldn’t know how to turn an engine on. I’ve worked on a new version of the GI Joe doll which will make his obsolete. I try to mimic the other girls and not tell him this. I’m here to scout of the enemy, not to teach little kids, right Mr. Bear? Mr. Bear isn’t happy. He likes being my nemesis. I have to convince him that stuperheros can have more than one enemy. He’s stopped talking to me. I hate when he pouts. It makes the line a lot longer to wait in. I’m about to set up a distraction, when Test Subject Number One starts pushing through from the back of the line. He is strong I give him that. He stops when he sees me. “Hey Stingy. You’re going to give me whatever Santa brings you.” I don’t like his tone. “Certainly, Test Subject Number One. Do you want what I’m going to give him too?” I remember I need to work out some kinks in my Easy Bake Chemistry Set. Volunteers are always welcome. “Sure Stingy. Bring it to school tomorrow.” Oh good, we can get this done and have a control subject too. “Stop calling me that.” His friends are laughing and it appears to make him uncomfortable. “Yes. TSNO.” “That’s better.” I think the smarter ones may be trouble. Test Subject Number One remains loyal and I let him step past me to get to the man in the big red suit. At the end of the line, a little woman in green pointy shoes hands me a piece of candy and some crayons. I don’t like candy often except as a catalyst for the dough concoctions I play with. I have found taste lends more to the subject being willing to eat. Smell too. The crayons will be good melted down later. Darn. I need pockets. Note to Mr. Bear, sew pockets into something, maybe a belt like She-ra Lady. “Ho, Ho, Ho. Aren’t you the cute little girl?” I see that he is ready for me. He probably knows kids judging by the numbers he’s fooled here alone. I don’t think I will be coy. The lady picks me up and pops me on his lap. It looks like standard operating procedure. Since I am here to deliver my challenge I want to do this right. “I want a box of nuclear grade plutonium and the schematics for your flying vehicle.” Blunt and to the point, is the only thing these crazies understand. “That’s nice; we’ll get you a Pluto and a Flexible Flyer.” “That’s not what I said!” Trying to change the rules are we? “A little girl like you needs toys made for girls.” He pats my head. No one pats Wonder Judy on the head. I scowl back at him as they try to pull me away. “I know what you’re up to fat man and I’ll be waiting.” There. That’s all the warning he needs. I’ve done my job. Patting Mr. Bear, I notice he has a bit a red material in his titanium teeth. Now that’s a true friend. The day is approaching. Mommy and the General have a party so their going to let Janet have her boyfriend over. I’ve been making preparations all week. On Monday, I tied Mr. Bear to the tree outside. He’s pointed at the roof so that I can see through his eyes. I should be able to spot an intruder even in the middle of the night because of his x-ray vision. For being an evil bear, he got some of the best powers. Tuesday, I realized we have four chimneys. I can’t be sure which path the fat man will take so I have to block three and force him into my trap. Luckily Janet wants a gooey evening with her boyfriend so she’s going to light one. I only have to prep the other three. Wednesday, I get Roger to help me place the taser charges in each fire place. Once I turn them on they will fire up and when he lands…bang! I know they work, I had to use a little of mommy’s make up to hide Roger’s burn scars. He is still my ‘sponsibility. I spend Thursday making cookies. Special cookies. The General likes to drink a little from the glass bottle in the den to help him sleep. I’m going to mix that in with the sleeping pills on Mommy’s night stand. We have to do an interrogation before we turn him over to the authorities. I draw a line of cookies from each fire place to the den. “What are you doing Cyndy?” “I’m making sure the fat, uh Santa, finds all the cookies I made him.” “That’s nice dear.” Mommy should be out the door soon. They aren’t due back until morning. “Shouldn’t you be in bed, young woman?” “Yes General, but I made cookies.” I smile. Smiling puts them at ease. He relaxes. “May I?” “No General. These are for Santa.” I put a little hope into that smile. Back off General, I’ll bake you some of your own. These are to catch a known terrorist. “Dear, you have to leave them for Santa.” Mommy winks when the General grabs her arm. Thank you for the distraction. The milk is in place. The lights around the chimney will alert me. There’s nothing to do but wait. I hate waiting. Roger has gone home already. He offered to sit with me and wait, but I thought he might get in the way so I sent him home. Mr. Bear does nothing but take notes when I shout them out to his tree. The cameras work. In my line of work, I’ve learned that tracking the people in your life is essential. You never know when your arch enemy will kidnap someone you love. A small microchip ID, like they use for pets, comes in handy when tracking your parents, your friends, big round men in red suits. If all else fails, make sure you monitor the night sky. Using the internet, I found out that NORAD tracks this guy. Maybe the government is on to him after all. So I wait until he’s close. I’m getting tired. I’ve crept into the Generals gun cabinet to get something to hold the prisoner. Then off to the master bedroom where he stores his handcuffs. Thus armed, I wait some more. Janet and Chuck are making slurping sounds again. Ewwwww. Thunk. “Mr Bear? Can you give me a visual?” A growl comes from outside, he’s sending a picture. How does something that large fit in the chimney? How does he make that reindeer glow? Is it animal experimentation or exposure to selective radiation? It doesn’t matter. I’m going to put an end to his law-breaking ways. Come to Cyndy, fat man. He’s chosen the north hall. From there he has the best shot to the cookies and the milk. The tree is closer there too. He’s good, I’ll give him that. Taser two goes off and there is a yelp in the hall. I hope that Janet is so far gone that they stay in the west hall. Plus I locked them in. I creep down towards the room, moving behind the tree. There’s nothing in the fireplace except a wooden doll. I see he took my warning seriously. Boot prints lead to the tree and back along the cookie perimeter. He’s taken the bait. I hope Mr. Bear got to the roof to sandbag the sled. He’s resourceful. There in the General’s chair, he lies stretched out. Cookie bits down his chin and milk sloshed on the table. It worked. I got him! I creep up and cuff him. I think of all the good I can do with the endless supply of materials in that sled. I’m going to be the greatest hero of all! “Cyndy.” I turn. “I told you to go home.” “I can’t let you do it. That’s Santa, Cyndy.” I want to shove Roger’s head in the toilet like the big kids do and watch him be mesmerized by the swirling water. Can’t he see we got the bad guy? Roger always backs down. “No.” “Let him go.” “He broke in, Roger!” How can he be so, so, irritating? “He brought you what you asked for.” He holds out a box of plutonium and a drawing of a sled. “He gave you your helmet and your sword last year.” “Last year?” Roger nods. “You can’t take what he gives you and then hurt him. It makes you..” I watch his face scrunch up like he’s thinking really hard, “It makes you a complice. It’s not right. Heroes don’t hurt people.” Mr. Bear wanders in and waits. He’s still not speaking to me. He doesn’t like it when I play with others and not him. Maybe Roger has a point, but he still eats worms. “and the materials?” “aren’t yours.” I hate when Roget makes a point. The fat man moans and starts to move. I have a choice to make. All heroes make hard choices. How can I be a hero to anyone if not to Roger? I toss the keys to him. “Fine. But you tell him, next year, to ring the doorbell like everyone else.” “Okay.” He lets the man go and helps him to his feet. Dazed the fat man goes to the chimney and touches his nose. Like a stuperhero, he vanishes. Roger is smiling at me. That dopey smile, like I did something good instead of letting a known criminal leave unhindered. “Roger?” “Yes Cyndy?” I lift my helmet and tell him, “We have four months to prepare for the attack of the Mutant Bunny. C’mon Mr. Bear.”

Re: Tike's Toybox of Doom! My wife wrote this about Tike. This is the first draft. She gave me permission to post this. Cyndy and the Fat Man My name is Cyndy Empire and I am a stuperhero. You have to keep it a secret or my nemesis ‘Mr. Bear’ will find out. It’s difficult being a hero, but I prepare myself constantly for that day when I will rise up before the whole world. Yesterday, I started kindergarten. Only half days. My best friend Roger, well my only friend, right Mr. Bear? He goes to school in the afternoons, but I get up early only to go to a place where they want me to take a nap. At snack time, I was approached by a 10 year old boy. We’ll call him test subject number one. “Gimme your milk,” I can smell the boy-stink on him. He wouldn’t say that to DynaGirl. But I got to keep my hero-ness a secret, so I hand over the container of white stuff. “Here you go, Test-Subject Number One.” I smile. Smiling puts people at ease mommy says. She’s a good hostess so she ought to know. “You think you’re smart?” He gulps lab test 324, invisibility potion. “Yes.” Be truthful. General Empire always values truth. Justice and the American Way are more Superman’s fields. Then he pushed me. He tried to. His hand froze mid-thrust and I waited to see what was next. “Test Subject Number One, has successfully ingested 324. Effects appear to be paralysis and gurgling.” I speak into Mr. Bear’s hidden microphone. All nemeses know their hero’s secrets so we work together to get it just right. The boy falls over. But the test is not all ruined. His hand has indeed disappeared. Weird. I wonder if his insides are all visible. No way to tell at this juncture. Mommy wouldn’t let me take the portable x-ray machine and I didn’t want to tweak my Etch-In-Fetch. And the bell rings. I turn to go back into Local 4242, when I hear a snippet of conversation. Normally eavesdropping is rude. Roger told me a story a few days ago and I was surprised to hear it repeated here. No one listens to Roger; he once ate worms because I said they were gummy. I feel bad about the repeated hypnotic experiments and their continued effects on him so he is still my ‘sponsibility. “Roger says he got to see him at the Mall.” Janet is telling a gaggle of girls. Why would Roger talk to Janet? He’s my friend. “Did he ask for what he wanted?” That was Sara. She’s the daughter of a sheik or something. General Empire says to be nice to her because her family is into natural energy or something like that. I think Sara’s a waste of stem cells. “Yeah. And Santa promised he’d have it by Thursday.” So Roger was ordering stuff? Didn’t we all? I have some spare Hello Bunny pjs on back order it’s not like I’m not in the know. I’d never heard of Santa though. “Who is Santa?” I may as well ask. Smarty-pants Janet is going to tell me anyway in that sing-song voice of hers. Maybe I should work harder on that Anthrax. “Just the best thing in the world. Once a year, if you’re good, you make a list and Santa brings you everything on it.” Her eyes roll well, like a good doll. I wonder if she can spin them round. “For free?” It sounds like a pyramid scheme or a ponzi scheme of some sort. “Yeah. You don’t have to worry though. He’ll never stop at YOUR house.” They laughed at me. I persevered though in the name of science. I gathered details on this strange phenomenon and when I was done, I offered them milk. Ms. Thomas had to go outside to get them later. She also spotted Test Subject Number One. Am hopeful that the school nurse results will provide more data. Here is the scheme. Once a year there is this fat man who busts into every house in the country. He destroys homeland security, eats our food and flys a nuclear reindeer around the world. He carries things that other people request and he does it for nothing. There’s got to be a catch. He’s not getting into my house. They said he’s been there before, but not this year. “Cyndy, do you want to go to the Mall?” Janet, the babysitter, asks. She just wants to hang out in the food court to make out with her boy-friend while Mommy and the General pay her. Most of the time I’d say no, this year I have recon to do. “Sure, Janet.” She looks startled, I should do this more often. Apparently, it throws them off my scent. Janet’s not too attentive and I need her that way. Hormones make her act weird. “Cyndy, do you have to wear that?” I’ve put on my costume. It’s my Hello Bunny pink fleece with the pull up zipper. It will stop a MAC truck and make a dent. My Vider helmet and my light sabre. I want to put the fear of God into the fat man. He will pay. Break into my home would you? “Yes.” This is serious. I can’t be talked down. “Fine. But you’re not sitting by me on the bus then.” She storms away. She won’t really leave her meal ticket behind. I use the extra time to make notes with Mr. Bear. I lose Janet at the food court and proceed to the fat man’s base of operations. There is a long line of petitioners trying to get free stuff. I step into place next to a little boy with a list in his hands. “I want a truck and an engine, and a GI Joe action figure.” Boring. He obviously can’t reach the pedals and wouldn’t know how to turn an engine on. I’ve worked on a new version of the GI Joe doll which will make his obsolete. I try to mimic the other girls and not tell him this. I’m here to scout of the enemy, not to teach little kids, right Mr. Bear? Mr. Bear isn’t happy. He likes being my nemesis. I have to convince him that stuperheros can have more than one enemy. He’s stopped talking to me. I hate when he pouts. It makes the line a lot longer to wait in. I’m about to set up a distraction, when Test Subject Number One starts pushing through from the back of the line. He is strong I give him that. He stops when he sees me. “Hey Stingy. You’re going to give me whatever Santa brings you.” I don’t like his tone. “Certainly, Test Subject Number One. Do you want what I’m going to give him too?” I remember I need to work out some kinks in my Easy Bake Chemistry Set. Volunteers are always welcome. “Sure Stingy. Bring it to school tomorrow.” Oh good, we can get this done and have a control subject too. “Stop calling me that.” His friends are laughing and it appears to make him uncomfortable. “Yes. TSNO.” “That’s better.” I think the smarter ones may be trouble. Test Subject Number One remains loyal and I let him step past me to get to the man in the big red suit. At the end of the line, a little woman in green pointy shoes hands me a piece of candy and some crayons. I don’t like candy often except as a catalyst for the dough concoctions I play with. I have found taste lends more to the subject being willing to eat. Smell too. The crayons will be good melted down later. Darn. I need pockets. Note to Mr. Bear, sew pockets into something, maybe a belt like She-ra Lady. “Ho, Ho, Ho. Aren’t you the cute little girl?” I see that he is ready for me. He probably knows kids judging by the numbers he’s fooled here alone. I don’t think I will be coy. The lady picks me up and pops me on his lap. It looks like standard operating procedure. Since I am here to deliver my challenge I want to do this right. “I want a box of nuclear grade plutonium and the schematics for your flying vehicle.” Blunt and to the point, is the only thing these crazies understand. “That’s nice; we’ll get you a Pluto and a Flexible Flyer.” “That’s not what I said!” Trying to change the rules are we? “A little girl like you needs toys made for girls.” He pats my head. No one pats Wonder Judy on the head. I scowl back at him as they try to pull me away. “I know what you’re up to fat man and I’ll be waiting.” There. That’s all the warning he needs. I’ve done my job. Patting Mr. Bear, I notice he has a bit a red material in his titanium teeth. Now that’s a true friend. The day is approaching. Mommy and the General have a party so their going to let Janet have her boyfriend over. I’ve been making preparations all week. On Monday, I tied Mr. Bear to the tree outside. He’s pointed at the roof so that I can see through his eyes. I should be able to spot an intruder even in the middle of the night because of his x-ray vision. For being an evil bear, he got some of the best powers. Tuesday, I realized we have four chimneys. I can’t be sure which path the fat man will take so I have to block three and force him into my trap. Luckily Janet wants a gooey evening with her boyfriend so she’s going to light one. I only have to prep the other three. Wednesday, I get Roger to help me place the taser charges in each fire place. Once I turn them on they will fire up and when he lands…bang! I know they work, I had to use a little of mommy’s make up to hide Roger’s burn scars. He is still my ‘sponsibility. I spend Thursday making cookies. Special cookies. The General likes to drink a little from the glass bottle in the den to help him sleep. I’m going to mix that in with the sleeping pills on Mommy’s night stand. We have to do an interrogation before we turn him over to the authorities. I draw a line of cookies from each fire place to the den. “What are you doing Cyndy?” “I’m making sure the fat, uh Santa, finds all the cookies I made him.” “That’s nice dear.” Mommy should be out the door soon. They aren’t due back until morning. “Shouldn’t you be in bed, young woman?” “Yes General, but I made cookies.” I smile. Smiling puts them at ease. He relaxes. “May I?” “No General. These are for Santa.” I put a little hope into that smile. Back off General, I’ll bake you some of your own. These are to catch a known terrorist. “Dear, you have to leave them for Santa.” Mommy winks when the General grabs her arm. Thank you for the distraction. The milk is in place. The lights around the chimney will alert me. There’s nothing to do but wait. I hate waiting. Roger has gone home already. He offered to sit with me and wait, but I thought he might get in the way so I sent him home. Mr. Bear does nothing but take notes when I shout them out to his tree. The cameras work. In my line of work, I’ve learned that tracking the people in your life is essential. You never know when your arch enemy will kidnap someone you love. A small microchip ID, like they use for pets, comes in handy when tracking your parents, your friends, big round men in red suits. If all else fails, make sure you monitor the night sky. Using the internet, I found out that NORAD tracks this guy. Maybe the government is on to him after all. So I wait until he’s close. I’m getting tired. I’ve crept into the Generals gun cabinet to get something to hold the prisoner. Then off to the master bedroom where he stores his handcuffs. Thus armed, I wait some more. Janet and Chuck are making slurping sounds again. Ewwwww. Thunk. “Mr Bear? Can you give me a visual?” A growl comes from outside, he’s sending a picture. How does something that large fit in the chimney? How does he make that reindeer glow? Is it animal experimentation or exposure to selective radiation? It doesn’t matter. I’m going to put an end to his law-breaking ways. Come to Cyndy, fat man. He’s chosen the north hall. From there he has the best shot to the cookies and the milk. The tree is closer there too. He’s good, I’ll give him that. Taser two goes off and there is a yelp in the hall. I hope that Janet is so far gone that they stay in the west hall. Plus I locked them in. I creep down towards the room, moving behind the tree. There’s nothing in the fireplace except a wooden doll. I see he took my warning seriously. Boot prints lead to the tree and back along the cookie perimeter. He’s taken the bait. I hope Mr. Bear got to the roof to sandbag the sled. He’s resourceful. There in the General’s chair, he lies stretched out. Cookie bits down his chin and milk sloshed on the table. It worked. I got him! I creep up and cuff him. I think of all the good I can do with the endless supply of materials in that sled. I’m going to be the greatest hero of all! “Cyndy.” I turn. “I told you to go home.” “I can’t let you do it. That’s Santa, Cyndy.” I want to shove Roger’s head in the toilet like the big kids do and watch him be mesmerized by the swirling water. Can’t he see we got the bad guy? Roger always backs down. “No.” “Let him go.” “He broke in, Roger!” How can he be so, so, irritating? “He brought you what you asked for.” He holds out a box of plutonium and a drawing of a sled. “He gave you your helmet and your sword last year.” “Last year?” Roger nods. “You can’t take what he gives you and then hurt him. It makes you..” I watch his face scrunch up like he’s thinking really hard, “It makes you a complice. It’s not right. Heroes don’t hurt people.” Mr. Bear wanders in and waits. He’s still not speaking to me. He doesn’t like it when I play with others and not him. Maybe Roger has a point, but he still eats worms. “and the materials?” “aren’t yours.” I hate when Roget makes a point. The fat man moans and starts to move. I have a choice to make. All heroes make hard choices. How can I be a hero to anyone if not to Roger? I toss the keys to him. “Fine. But you tell him, next year, to ring the doorbell like everyone else.” “Okay.” He lets the man go and helps him to his feet. Dazed the fat man goes to the chimney and touches his nose. Like a stuperhero, he vanishes. Roger is smiling at me. That dopey smile, like I did something good instead of letting a known criminal leave unhindered. “Roger?” “Yes Cyndy?” I lift my helmet and tell him, “We have four months to prepare for the attack of the Mutant Bunny. C’mon Mr. Bear.”

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