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[This is a thread to gauge interest. If there is enough interest there will be more threads.]

>Introduction

You are John Johnson. The year is 2063. You are 21 years old. The world is nothing like how it was 42 years ago due to the emergence and proliferation of superhuman abilities. Technological progress was almost halted by the ensuing conflict between the most dangerous superhumans and the most powerful governments of the world. It's only within the last two decades that civilization has begun to run smoothly again.

But you are a second-generation superhuman. The battles that ravaged the planet in the 2030s are, to you, simply stories that you've heard about, tales from before your time. Now, over half of the earth's population has some sort of supernatural ability, and things that would have seemed impossible half a century ago are now commonplace.

You, like most people your age, have a job. And like most people with superhuman abilities, your job is one that can't be done by just anyone. Your job is to be killed. Repeatedly.

You work for a subsidiary branch of the private military contractor General Super Group. Your branch is the Tactical Superhuman Research And Development Division, or TSRADD. The name is pretty deceptive, however, as the branch does most of its "research" via the monitoring and analysis of its paramilitary's special ops teams.

These teams can be hired for numerous purposes; for espionage, for counter-terrorism, for a rich kid's birthday party. Your team specializes in neutralizing hostage situations.

In the age of superpowers, anyone can be a supervillain. And in the year 2063, people also need money. One of the easiest ways to get money is to take something, usually a person, from someone and threaten to destroy it/them if they don't pay up. And when almost anyone can have almost any power, most don't want to take the risk of sending in conventional police to handle the situation. Especially if that object or person is dear to them.

That's where you come it. Your team was specially put together to make the most of each of its members abilities.
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The core of the team is the transporter, codenamed Adiona. Adiona has the rare, to the point of almost being unique, ability to instantly teleport matter, although her parameters are quite limited. Living beings cannot be teleported unless at least one living being of the same species takes their place in the previous location. Furthermore, she can only teleport things in her line of sight, although it does not have to be direct, and live video footage is a perfectly suitable substitute. She also has numerous other parameters she must stay within; such as a weight limit, a cooldown between teleports, and a volume limit. Her nickname is Taxi.

The brains of the operation is the surveillance officer, Argus. Argus doesn't have any particularly interesting abilities, just enhanced telescopic vision and a photographic memory, but he more than makes up for it in technological prowess and intellect. Argus runs a network of miniature, invisible stealth drones that are directly controlled by him via a neural link. Using these drones, he is able infiltrate a location to provide a line of sight for Adiona. His nickname is Eyes.

The brute force muscle of the team is codenamed Apis. Sometimes, the kidnappers disguise themselves as the kidnaped. And sometimes, the kidnappers go on the offensive when confronted with other superhumans. Either way, someone needs to do some dirty work when things get messy, and that's Apis' job. Apis is the big gun for when conventional weapons aren't enough, and he can hit hard enough to prove it. He can level buildings with a single blow, jump skyscrapers in a single bound and outrun a bullet train. The only reason Apis has this job and is not in a more prominent position as a "superhero" is his dislike of publicity. His nickname is The Bull.

And then there's you. The workhorse of the team. The one that has to get down and dirty every mission. The one with the most blood on their hands, half of it being your own. Your codename is Sisyphus. Your job is to be the one person that gets swapped into the hostage situation while the the hostages are teleported out. Why you? Because you can't die. Really. Oh, you've tried. But you keep coming back. Any and all physical damage you sustain results in you reassembling. Get your arm torn off by a mutant that has the strength to bend steel bars? Just wait for it to make it's way back to you.

But why you? Why not send in the guy that can level buildings? Well, because despite being incredibly strong, Apis is not invincible. And if Apis dies, he's dead for good, and there goes your backup. You can die any number of times, be shredded down to the atomic level, and come back in a matter of hours, (or days if you're really unlucky). Oh, and your nickname? You're Meatbag.
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>Start

And right now, you're sleeping in. It's your day off. Except you don't really get days off, you just day have days where the team supervisor doesn't call you in for work because a guy with a coconut for a head didn't decide to break into a preschool and demand six hundred thousand liters of coconut milk in exchange for hostages. Nope, today you get to rest.

"Oi, get up."

You open your eyes. A drone turns off its cloaking a couple of centimeters from your nose. You swear loudly and headbutt it. The sound of Argus chuckling echoes throughout your tiny apartment as the drone floats from view.

Argus: "You really need to work on your awareness. I've been buzzing around your head for almost fifteen minutes."

You stand up, naked, your feet sinking into one of trash bags leaning against your mattress. Ignoring Argus' jibs, you walk over to the window that Argus pried open, and throw back the blinds.

The view is nothing impressive to some who's seen it a million times, but it is still a sight to behold. Thousands of tightly packed mega-skyscrapers fill the landscape, fading out of view over the horizon. Piloted and autonomous vehicles whizz between the buildings through the air, and a sea of people fill the gaps between the buildings below. Thick smog rolls in the open window, which is typical of the upper levels. The only levels with good air are the high altitude and the subterranean ones, and you can't afford either. You gaze out, and the rising sun cuts through the dense air like a knife, casting the dark shadows of the steel buildings before it. You are in the residential area of New Toronto.

You shut the window with a forceful snap, and turn to the drone that's doing bored loop-de-loops over your dirty, dish filled sink. Argus notices, and turns the drone to face you.

Argus: "Headquarters needs you in under an hour. A situation is developing over on the east side of 26th street. I've got a tactical on it's way here to pick you up, so you might want to open that window again."

You check the time on your old, busted up analog watch. It reads 6:03 am.

What do you do?
>Tell Argus to fuck off and go back to bed.
>Get ready for work, maybe even clean up a bit.
>Write in.
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>Basing your flakiness on the (you)s
NGMI
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>>4927455
No sane person wants to waste their time writing hundreds of paragraphs for 1-2 people that probably don't even care about your story that much.
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>>4927494
No sane person QMs.
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>>4927443
>Get ready for work, maybe even clean up a bit.
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>>4927494
Eh, I'm doing that right now.

>>4927443
But seriously, QM, almost all new stories only get picked up by, like, 4 to 6 people at first. You *might* get more if your threads stick around for long enough, but unless you've got some *good* writing chops under your belt that's all you can expect at first.
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>>4927439
>Get ready for work, maybe even clean up a bit
another day another dollar
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>>4927583
>>4927506
Your briefly consider quitting your job right then and there, but are reminded of the alternative when the tracker bound to your ankle begins to ping.

"Sisyphus to report in immediately. A hostage situation is developing over the Harper Building."

Sifting through the trash on your floor like a scavenger, your manage to find a pair of wrinkled boxers, a t-shirt with only a small tear in it, and some shorts that have a weird stain across the front. They're probably some of your best clothes.

Argus: "I don't even know why you bother. They're just going to get destroyed anyway."

You glance up at the drone that's doing figure eights on your ceiling.

You: "I rather not get fined for indecent exposure every time I go to work, I barely make enough money as it is."

Argus chuckles as a loud rumbling begins to approach your window. Turing around, you stare as a shadow eclipses your light from the sun.

You spin to stare at the drone.

"You weren't kidding when you said you got a tactical. How much of a budget increase did you get to afford such an expensive toy?"

The drone bobs up and down, almost resembling a shrug.

Argus: "I suggested that it would get you to work faster."

You: "Son of a bit-"

Your curse is cut short by a long mechanical tentacle bursting into the apartment, wrapping around your abdomen, and yanking you through the remains of your window. Your ribs crack from the pressure and your skin gets sliced a dozen or so times by glass shards. Minor injuries considering that they've already begun to heal.

Argus: "Sorry about that! These things aren't very tactile! Bad for opening windows!"

You are now suspended thousands of feet in the air above the ground, held the air by a large tactical drone.

What do you do?
>Try to pull yourself back into your apartment.
>Wriggle free and drop straight down.
>Do nothing and wait.
>Write in.
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>>4927902
>Do nothing and wait.
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>>4927902
>Wriggle free and drop straight down.
any suffering or pain we have is made so trivial and meaningless with no reward
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>>4928079
>>4928200
[A tiebreaker is required to continue.]
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>>4928226
i am okay with doing nothing
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>>4928261
>>4928079
You go limp and let the mechanical tentacle suspend you in the air. Vehicles blow past you between the buildings, rippling your dirty clothes with their air pressure. You twist around to get a better look at the tactical drone that has you firmly in its grasp.

The drone is about twice as big as your fridge, and is in a half spherical shape. Now that you've gotten a better look at it, you can see that it's fairly old and beat up. Argus probably bought it at a discount and repaired it himself.

The small drone inside your apartment flies out your window and into an open hatch on the side of the tactical drone. The black metal paneling clicks shut behind it.

You: "Do you happen to have any more room in there? I don't want to get dropped because you took a turn too fast."

The large drone turns it's sensory array to face you, and you can hear Argus over it's static-filled speakers.

Argus: "If you want to be mashed up into a little ball sure, but I don't want to clean up the mess and you probably don't want to ruin your nice clothes."

The pulsing anti-gravity engines of the tactical drone increase in pitch, and you feel the contents of your stomach shift. You're now going much faster than the traffic around you, and still accelerating. The wind pulls at your hair and face, contorting them into wild shapes. Buildings pass by you in a blur. You try to keep your limbs close to your body to avoid hitting anything on accident, but it's like trying to push against a wall of air.

Your eyes, held open by the wind, roam around in hope of a view of you destination. Eventually, you spy it in the distance. The Harper Building.

Or what's left of it. The Harper Building was ugly before, a towering pillar of cement, steel and dark tinted glass contorted into something resembling a drill. Now it the upper portion was missing most of it's glass and chunks of it's internal supports. The reason? The giant being climbing the side of the building.

A gargantuan humanoid lizard is duking it out with a group of superheroes less than a twentieth of its size. On it's back it's wearing what appears to be a large metal backpack in the shape of a turtle shell. Guns and blades bristle on the metal dome's exterior, keeping most of the superheroes at bay.

Argus: "Alright, our client's target is in that metal backpack thing. Your job once your in there is to neutralize everyone in there that's a threat and disable those weapons. Once you do that, the capes can take over and we'll get Bull to pull you out."

You: "Hold on, you're not going to give me any weapons? What about a communicator? Wait a sec-"

Argus: "Adiona I'm in range, do it now."

You feel your atoms shift.
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You're sitting in a chair at a poker table. From the way the room isn't in complete disarray you're able to infer that there's artificial gravity in here keeping everything in place while the monster outside climbs.

Across the table from you, and to your left and right, voices shout in confusion and anger. You take a moment to orient yourself and see a large bearded lizard man shouting at you in a language you don't understand. You curse Argus for not giving you a communicator.

What do you do?
>Try to reason with them, get them calmed down.
>Begin fighting them.
>Run for the exit while they're stunned.
>Write in.
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>>4928472
>Run for the exit while they're stunned
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>>4928452
>write in
commit suicide as a power move, and just to fuck with them.
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>>4928863
+1
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>>4928472
>Run for the exit while they're stunned
see about establishing a chokepoint so you don't get dogpilled
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>>4928925
what I mean is, death will just about work once as a move to fool them, more than likely they will attempt to put us down permanently with other methods (decapitation, mutilation)
depending on our healing speed this could mean our mission is compromised
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>>4928472
>Run for the exit while they're stunned
>>4928928
its pretty complete from what i read
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honestly would not be against just giving up and joining the lizardmen
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>>4928929
healing speed, not integrity

>You can die any number of times, be shredded down to the atomic level, and come back in a matter of hours, (or days if you're really unlucky).

meaning a villain can effectively capture or disable us if they are intent on doing so, we need to neutralize the threat and disable the weapons system, so it's a time limit
disabling the weapons takes priority, combatants inside are trivial comparatively, we can die but the heroes or civilians outside aren't afforded that kindness
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>>4928472
Run for exit and look for something important to smash, maybe a power box to stick our fingers in.
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>>4928945
yeah like i said complete regeneration.
also why would we afford kindness?
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>>4928863
>>4928925
>>4928929
>>4928975

Taking another glance around the room, you notice a metal door behind the big bearded lizard man. You decide that disarming the weapons is the best course of action, and that the heroes outside can deal with the lizards inside. You don't get paid enough for this shit.

Hopping up onto the table you kick a large pile of poker chips into the lizard man's face, managing to get one in his mouth. He stops shouting and begins to make choking noises. You vault over his scaly head, but right as you reach the apex of your leap, you exit the range of the artificial gravity, and begin to fly sideways.

Fearing that your change in direction will lose you precious time, you twist in the air and grab the only thing in range: the lizard man's head. Once your hands wrap around the mutant's neck, you reenter the gravity field and plummet back down, pulling him with you in the process.

The impact you make with the floor fractures several of your bones, which immediately pop back into place. The lizard man however, gets suplexed into the ground with enough force to dislodge the poker chip in his windpipe, and goes unconscious.

The rest of the lizardmen, now enraged after seeing their comrade being violently assaulted, charge you as you reach the door. You whip the door open wide, smashing it into the face of the nearest lizardman, and step through before slamming it shut.

You hold the door shut from your side as you take another moment to observe the new room you're in. You're standing in what appears to be a loading dock, the main bay doors shut tight. On either sides of the bay are several flying vehicles, parked and not currently in use. In the middle the large room are several metal vaults that look like they were ripped out of the Harper Building. One of the vaults has been opened, the rest have been left untouched.

What do you do?
>Open the bay doors to let the heroes in.
>Get in a vehicle (one may be armed).
>Return the way you came.
>Examine the vaults.
>Write in.
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>>4929215
what happens if we quit our job?
also lets examine the vaults
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>>4929324
>what happens if we quit our job?
[You will have to pay off your debt (that you owe the government for property damages) another way. The simplest way would be to return to your old job as a living test dummy, but you would make much less money and would have to move to an even shittier apartment. Quitting your job would not be ideal, in fact, you were hoping to get promoted in order to get a pay raise.]
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>>4929215
>>Open the bay doors to let the heroes in.
hopefully, they can capitalize on the chance
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>>4929324
>>4929521
[A tiebreaker is required to continue.]
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>>4929638
>Open the door let the flying brick deal with these guys we just have to throw a wrench or ourselves in the works aboard this shell

Also newcomer here good thread
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>>4929521
>>4929763

Searching frantically around the hanger, you finally find something to jam the door with. Carefully timing your stepping away with the tugs coming from the other side of the door, you briefly take one hand off of the handle and grab a very bent, highly deformed meter-long crowbar. You hope whatever used it doesn't end up pulling on the other side of the door, and you use the crowbar to hold the handle shut. The lizard people on the other side of the door howl in the frustration at this newfound source of resistance, and you hear them shout something in their garbled language.

You: "Alright, time to let the big boy and girls take care of this. Argus? I know you've got a drone in here, speak up smartass."

A tiny drone the size of a bumblebee materializes a couple meters from you, and you hear the compressed sound of someone eating potato chips.

Argus: "Hey Meatbag, what's up?" *crunch* "I thought you were ordered to neutralize the enemy combatants and disable the their weapon systems? Why are you out here in thi-"

A surprised sputter of chips echoes throughout the docking bay as the drone turns to survey the area.

Argus: "Holy shit, is that a 2039 Bentley Notus?! That's worth a fortune! What the hell is a beautiful piece of tech like that doing in a shithole like this?"

As the drone buzzes over to take a closer look at the aircar, you hear the sound of cheers from the other side of the door, accompanied by the sound of heavy footsteps. Very heavy footsteps.

You: "Hey sorry to interrupt your jerkoff session but I need to get that hanger door open now!"

Argus: "Yeah, yeah. Hmmm. Hold on."

The footsteps stop just beyond the other side of the door.

Argus: "Ah. It's encrypted. Kinda surprising actually. I could do something about if I were there in person but... Alright. I've got an idea."

You see the handle of the door attempt to turn.

You: "Now would be great!"

Argus: "Okay, okay. Jesus. See that access panel? Just punch through the keypad until you hit wires and then just start pulling stuff out. Most models of that door are designed to keep things out not keep them in, so there should be an emergency failsafe incase of internal power failure. Are you listening?"
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The door creaks as a tremendous amount of force begins to bend the crowbar holding the door closed. Mercifully, the handle is strong enough to not break under the strain.

You sprint over to the keypad, and using your momentum, throw your entire weight behind a single kick. Your bare foot smashes through layers of metal and plastic before stopping against the solid wall behind. As you go to pull your mangled, but now regenerating, foot from the mess you get caught on another solid piece of metal.

Argus: "I said punch it! Punch! As in with your fists!"

The door across the room finally buckles, the hinges giving way to the strength of the monster on the other side. The cheer that erupts from the lizard men is almost deafening.

The figure that passes through the six foot tall door is so huge that it needs to bend down to pass through. What you see is a lizard man so large and muscular that you are briefly reminded of dinosaurs.

Argus: "Wait! Don't pull your foot out until I say so! I got it!"

The lizard man towers over the vehicles and it's eyes lock onto yours. Seeing your predicament, it throws back it's head and laughs. The other lizard men join in.

Argus: "Now!"

Gravity suddenly rotates 90 degrees.

The aircars along the wall, not fastened to anything, begin to tumble down away from the bay doors. The vaults follow right behind them. The giant lizard man, eyes wide, flails his arms as he loses his balance. Shouts of confusion and shock fill the air.

With the sudden additional force, you're able to jerk your foot through the mesh of wires and metal in the access panel, damaging your foot again, and damaging the keypad further in the process. Just as you get free, you wonder how you're supposed to get back up to the panel now that the artificial gravity has been disabled.

Now in free fall, you turn to see the bay doors slowly slide open. Looks like Argus was right.

What do you do?
>Try to fall next to the vaults.
>Try to fall next to one of the aircars.
>Fall next to the lizard men.
>Try to thread the needle and fall straight into the next room through the metal door.
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>>4929954
>>Try to fall next to one of the aircars.
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>>4929954
>Fall next to the lizard men.

Preferably on one
if it ends in a tie
>Try to fall next to one of the aircars.
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>>4929954
>Try to fall next to one of the aircars.
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>>4929954
>Fall next to the lizard men.
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>>4930023
>>4930173
>>4930149

Kicking off of the floor, you redirect the trajectory of your fall towards the nearest aircar. It's the vintage Notus that Argus was drooling over. You flip in the air and slam feet first into the side of the falling vehicle, denting the pristine bodywork. You hear Argus lamenting the damages while you open the door, which was unlocked, and hop in. Argus' drone follows right behind.

You: "You can get this running without a key right?"

You brace yourself against the leather steering wheel as the Notus slams into the aircar next to it, metal crunching together.

Gravity shifts for you again, although only inside the aircar. The engines of the Notus purr to life and the aircar exits its free fall.

Below, the lizard men have managed to recover and are now pointing up at you. One of them is gesturing through the door, probably to bring up weapons. The giant lizard man from before is picking up the crowbar you used to block the door.

Argus: "Well this is interesting. You wouldn't know it by looking at it, but this old beauty is armed to the teeth with some very advanced, very dangerous tech. Wanna try it out?"

What do you do?
>Fight the lizard men (using the weaponry of the Notus).
>Wait for the heroes to arrive.
>Fly out of the hanger.
>Write in.
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>>4930683
>Fight the lizard men (using the weaponry of the Notus)
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>>4930683
>Write in.
Just fly through this place wrecking shit
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>>4930812
support
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>>4930812
>>4930843

You: "Let's burn this place down."

You grip the steering wheel and reorient the Notus to face the small metal door across the room where the lizard people are scrambling back and forth.

You: "Argus? Think this thing can cut a hole through there?"

Argus: "Cut a hole through?- ah I see."

A pair panels on the hood of the aircar retract as two large plasma weapons rise from within the Notus' interior. The lizard men below shout in alarm and begin jumping down into the metal door. The only one that remains is the giant lizard man, who throws the crowbar at you like a spear.

The crowbar punctures the windshield with ease and pierces right through your chest, smashing ribs and popping a lung, before pinning you to the premium leather seat.

Argus: "Bastard! Those seats are almost irreplaceable."

You: *cough* "Ow."

Argus: "Hey, there's some vintage music on this old player. Lots of songs from the early millennium. 2000s, '10s, '20s. Wanna listen to a song while we smash this place up?"

[Choose a song to listen to while you destroy shit.]
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>>4931061
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=HgzGwKwLmg
Don't stop me now
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=aQUlA8Hcv4s
Mr Blue Sky
These should work
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>>4931301
[Both of those songs are from the 1970s.]
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>>4931061
I dunno. Do game OST count ?
https://youtu.be/blCBoXKCGl0

Other wise, either
https://youtu.be/stZco6yI5zo
or some dance with the dead:
https://youtu.be/YanwyGP0Li4
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>>4931392
Ah my bad
https://youtu.be/fhGu2CDqQqo
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>>4931061
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=kjIVkl34Vig

Probably doesn't count but I like it
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>>4931758
>>4931822
>>4931831

You quickly scroll through the playlist installed on the Notus as the plasma weapons charge up. Four songs in particular catch your eye.

[Each person gets to submit one song. I took the liberty of deciding which one. I also added one of my own picks. The song with the most votes is the one picked.]

Which song do you play?
>https://youtu.be/YanwyGP0Li4
>https://youtu.be/fhGu2CDqQqo
>https://youtu.be/kjIVkl34Vig
>https://youtu.be/qFfybn_W8Ak
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>>4932792
yeah the bottom option is good
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[Any more votes? If not I'll move on.]
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>>4933320
I'm also good with this one EuroBeat activate
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>>4933320
>>4934187

A smooth synthesized voice emits from the Notus' speakers.

"Now playing, Roller Mobster by Carpenter Brut"

The plasma cannons blaze to life, and cut a perfect circle through the metal walls of the mobile fortress. The large lizard men leaps out of the way just in time. You hear the screams of other, more unfortunate, lizard men in the distance.

Flying the aircar through the devastation you've caused, you get a better look at the interior of this bizarre, giant metal backpack. The room your started in was essentially a miniature casino, the walls lined with old fashioned slot machines and antique jukeboxes. The room beyond was a small thermonuclear fusion generator. Fortunately, you cut around it when using the Notus' weaponry, and managed to cut off its means of supplying power to the rest of the fortress. The room beyond that is an armory, the walls lined with a cache of ranged and melee weapons.

As you're flying the Notus through these various rooms, you ram stray lizard men out of the way, further damaging the exterior of the aircar. You ignore Argus' moaning about the scratches on the paint and pass into the final room, another hanger. This one unlike the one you were in previously, has guns protecting the entrance. However, these weapons are out of power, so you're able pilot the Notus out of the hole in the hanger door, out of the metal backpack, and into the open air.

As you do so, you hear Argus exclaim, and you feel the steering wheel turn on its own. The giant lizard, now enraged and in great pain, is swinging the remains of its tail back and forth. You narrowly avoid getting swatted out of the air like a fly with the help of Argus overriding the controls of the Notus.

The titanic lizard, which before was simply there to break into the high security floors of the Harper Building, is now going on a rampage. The lizard leaps from the Harper Building to another neighboring building, tearing into the glass and concrete as it lands.

Argus: "Oh, that's not good."

What do you do?
>Attempt to fight the giant lizard.
>Fly away, you did what you got paid to do.
>Stay and watch from a distance.
>Write in.
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>>4934429
>Stay and watch intervene if one of the heroes is about to get their teeth kicked in
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>>4934545
This. If there's anything we can do, help, but this is a bit out of our pay grade.
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>>4934429
>Stay and watch from a distance.
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We owe money for property damage right. What'd we do?
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>>4934974
[You killed a notoriously indestructible villain by denotating a nuke in their face instead of subduing them in a nonlethal manner like you were ordered to. The property damages from the explosion and radioactive waste are currently being deducted from your pay.]


>>4934545
>>4934811
>>4934852

You: "Hey Argus, think we can hit that lizard again with these plasma cannons? They managed to cut its tail right off."

Argus: "The Notus doesn't have the power. In fact, I'm surprised its still able to stay aloft. It must have an emergency power reserve."

You decide that instead of possibly tumbling out of the sky, you'll park the Notus a safe distance away and watch the carnage. As you pilot the Notus over to a tall building half a kilometer away, you see a small cyan light appear on the horizon.

Argus: "Holy shit. Apparently one of the Infinite Eight is being sent in. No word on who it is yet though."

You know. You'd recognize that shade of blue anywhere. You park the Notus in midair and hurried begin to work the crowbar sideways through your chest. Incredibly painful yes, but nothing compared to the discomfort you'd feel if you saw her.

Argus: "Hey buddy, what's the rush? Also try to not damaged the seat too much, I can probably fix that hole in the leather-"

You: "Shut up. Bring that tactical over and help me."

Argus: "Sorry, had to bring the client back to HQ. It's miles away. Why're you so you nervous anyway? We're done-"

You watch the cyan light, now a humanoid blur, impact with the rampaging lizard. The other heroes that were fighting the monster scatter. The giant beast freezes in an instant, one moment alive, the next moment a giant lizard popsicle. In the blink of an eye, the frozen lizard shatters into a billion microscopic fragments, and blows away on the wind. The metal fortress that was on its back is blasted with another wave of cold, and is encased in ice, frozen against the building beside it.

Argus: "Wow. That was efficient. Hold on, are you not even watching? You're getting to see one of the Infinite Eight in action, in person!"

Ignoring Argus' criticisms, you continue to pull yourself through the crowbar, bones breaking and reforming, flesh tearing and stitching back together.

Suddenly, the front of the Notus dips in the air.

You begin to fall.

Out of the corner of your eye, you see the the cyan blur turn towards you.
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The Notus stops in the air, supported by someone you can't see clearly through the shattered windshield. But you know who it is.

Argus: "Oh my god. It's Polar! Look, I'm not a fanboy or anything but she is definitely one of my favorites."

Argus' little drone zips around outside to greet her as you attempt to hide your face behind the steering wheel. Which is pretty difficult, because you can barely move your torso.

Argus: "Hi! We're with TSRADD! We greatly appreciate the assistance! Sorry if you mistook us for civilians, we ran into some complications."

Polar: "That's perfectly alright. You are...?"

You hunch even harder, the crowbar now digging upwards into your collarbone.

Argus: "I'm Argus, surveillance and information officer of the new evacuation squad. My friend here is Sisyphus, our primary field agent."

Polar: "Is he alright? He seems to be badly injured. And he hasn't said anything."

You feel the Notus bump against the roof of a building as Polar sets it down.

Argus: "Oh he's fine. A little uncomfortable I guess. Not sure why he hasn't said anything though."

The drone flies back into the aircar.

Argus: "Hey man, what's up? You're not normally this quiet."

You hear Polar's footsteps as she walks around to your side of the vehicle.

What do you do?
>Smash your face against the crowbar several times so Polar doesn't recognize you.
>Ask Polar to remove the crowbar, and hope she doesn't recognize your face or voice.
>Pretend to be asleep.
>Write in.
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>>4935051
>Smash your face against the crowbar several times so Polar doesn't recognize you.
>Ask Polar to remove the crowbar, and hope she doesn't recognize your face or voice.
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>>4935053
Pray to the good Lord above that we aren't recognized
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>>4935053
>>4935187
You mutter a short prayer to any higher power that might be listening before slamming your face downwards several times in quick succession.

The first impact causes your nose to break. The second shatters your cheekbones and knocks out most of your front teeth. The third pushes your nose back into your head. Blood mats your hair and paints your face. Your eyes are bloodshot and almost swollen shut. It won't last for long, but you hope it'll be enough.

Polar strides around to the side of the aircar. It's been so long, you'd almost forgotten how tall she is. What is she again? Almost 8 feet? She towers above the top of the Notus, and has to crouch to see inside the side window.

Polar: "Hey are you alright? You look terrible!"

You grin, a tooth flying back into your mouth as you do so. Shit. You try to make your voice deeper and give yourself a foreign accent.

You: "Ah, this is nothing! I only request that you kindly remove the metal rod from my abdomen. I will be quite alright!"

Polar's eyes lock with yours. The wind blows some of her silver hair in front of her face but she ignores it. After what feels like an eternity, she stands up, retreating from view.

Polar: "Alright, if you say so."

You feel her hands grasp the protruding end of the crowbar, and she tears the metal out of the seat, out of your chest, and out of the windshield. You gasp in pain, almost losing consciousness for a split second. Blood from the floor of the Notus runs up your legs and begins to fill the gaping hole in your chest. After a moment, it looks like the wound never existed.

Now free to move, you madly scramble to find something to hide your face, but you come up empty. Argus buzzes the small drone around your head, watching silently.

The pair of muscular, blue-clad legs walk back around to your side of the aircar. You hold your breath, but Polar doesn't crouch back down.

Polar: "See you around John."

She's leaves in an instant, propelled by a blast of cold air.

You swear loudly, not caring who hears. Argus spins the drone rapidly around your head in excitement.

Argus: "She knows you?! You know her!? Since when have you had connections in high places? Can you get me her autogra-"

You: "Shut up. Please shut up."

Argus: "Okay, okay. Alright. But why did you try to hide from her?"

You grit your now intact teeth together.

You: "She's my ex."

>End of Part 0

[Alright. That's it. Give your feedback. Next part will start in a couple of days or something, I don't know.]
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>>4935409
yeah she'd be the only one who'd know we pull something like that
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Moar of this good shit please.
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>>4935409
I enjoy your writing style and am interested in the setting. I would appreciate it if you continued this quest
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>>4935409
pretty good, more would be much appreciated.
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>>4935409
It was certainly entertaining and an immortal protag allows for more reckless decisions, I don't see this becoming super popular but I say it's worth continuing
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>>4935409
I'd play it
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[Thank you for the feedback! I will be resuming with a new thread on August 4th, Wednesday, around 12pm EST. Thanks for playing!]