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  1. Damn, I’ve been meaning to make curry goat while getting these gainz in my temple of swolitude. How did you know?! What did you need punched?
  2. L.O.D 4 Sale Lately The Legion of Doom has been making various moves in Genesaris since we arrived and forged a pact with Lady Akako. However things in my opinion have been rather stagnant as of late, and it’s time to move forward. While I sincerely do love the Taiyōmichi and the few threads I got to do there, I really want to become more active in the Genesaris community and it’s various factions. So consider this as me putting Legion up for grabs in a sense. I am looking for a group or organization that would enjoy the help of a paramilitary force and people willing to commit war crimes and mass slaughter at your discretion in order to further their own cause of securing land and resources to build a permanent home for demi-human and monstrous races of people where they don’t have to live in fear of being cut down by various governments, adventurers, or crusaders looking to purify the lands or simply harvest them for potions and ritual components. That being said. Legion one hundred percent has a bloody and horrific past, so it’s understandable that governments might not want to be seen dealing directly with them. Fear not though avid reader! We are flexible. Whether it’s out in the open, covertly, or whatever your dealings may be. Legion is willing and able to carry out the various tasks that you require. Need a town destroyed? We can do it! Need an envoy to communicate with monsters in your territory? We can do it! Need a fleet and army to destabilize a region before sending in your force? You guessed it! We can do it! Legion as of late still carries weight and activity with the threads we do, and we want to keep that excitement and progress going while bringing in as many factions, people, and players as possible. While the board can be slow at times, we really enjoy spicing things up as the bad guys. If you want to work with us or adopt Legion into your nation or whatever it is you run, or just partner with us to bring excitement and drama to the board. We’d really enjoy that! All you need is the ability to help Legion establish its people in a space where they can be free, and have a really loose set of morales as to how you decide to use the faction and it’s resources. So let’s talk! Feel free to ask any questions below and we can talk about what we can do to do cool stuff!
  3. Perfectly understandable. I’m definitely going to try and make the next thread a bit more fast paced.
  4. Every fraction and atom of his being screamed for him to burn this place to the ground. To forget the plan. To forget why he was here and the goals that he himself had set. The savagery and warmonger that was at the core of his being burned bright, and it wasn’t even fully the deaths of these people that had triggered it. It was the idea of this field and how it embodied the horrors that had created him. For the first time in a very long time, the dark lord had a moment of realization and what he saw he did not enjoy. This place, not just the the fields where the worst of the worst were disposed of. This entire fucking place was what made him. The planet of trash that he crawled himself out of in order to take power. He learned that the dimension he had come from was no different than the one where he currently stood. It was all just part of the system. The endless cycle of poverty and oppression to keep people in their place. To make sure the poor and disenfranchised were born into a world where they would be forced to skimp and scrape before being forced to break the law in order to survive another day only to be punished by the system that was put in place by the oppressor. The law here was merely a threat of violence, and the guards Dredge had bought off. Just a standing army to enact violence on behalf of the system. So Dredge didn’t want for Dauner and friends to come closer. He began to walk towards them. ”How can you just stand there. Like any of this is ok.” Dredge said with that same robotically modified voice beneath his hood. ”Look at them. LOOK AT THEM!!” Dredge pointed to the people huddled inside the crumbling and dilapidated buildings of this town. It was a sickness. Poverty. Incarceration. Subjugation. All of it was a sickness that passed from one generation from the next. Something these people seemed to be blind to. ”Praise be to Hyperion. Praise be to The Genesar. Praise be to the riches and stability they have given these people.” Dredge said as he stepped forward more, his power and rage building with each passing moment. ”Look at all these rehabilitated people living their BEST LIFE!!” Dredge yelled before it turned to bubbling rage induced laughter. ”These people get to stay here, in this barbed wire wrapped paradise, and the lucky ones you ask? Well the lucky ones get conscripted.” Dredge’s voice smoothed out a bit as he pushed deeper into their space. ”Conscripted. You know what that word means. It’s the systems way of saying ‘hey you poor, criminal, cast aside, worthless mother fucker. How would you like to come fight our wars for us? No? Well too bad you ain’t got a choice. Now get the fuck on the bus.” Dredge then cocked his head directly over to Dauner. ”Those are the lucky ones who get real jobs and skills. ‘Oh you’re one of the good ones. Oh you’re on of the clean ones.” And at that point it snapped in him. ”WHERE’S YOUR FUCKING RAGE!?!!?” Dredge was no angel. He was killer and a fiend, but he was a product of a place such as this and coming home to it had opened his eyes to it. His power had raised for all to feel and it was one of fury that could take this entire town and burn it in an instant. Yet after a moment it began to lower. ”So here’s what I’m gonna do. Me and my people are going to go, and if you want to try and stop me. I will kill you.” There was no pause or hesitation in his voice. He wasn’t making a threat he was promising them that he would end them. ”And one day, I’m going to come back here and burn this entire place to the fucking ground. I’m going to burn every single place and every single person who supports this system to ash. So instead of fighting me, join me.” Dredge would then turn his back on the men after extending his offer. He would walk back towards the edge of town. Godfrey needed to exfil with the targets still, even if the plan had changed. Dredge needed those people.
  5. I’m definitely getting a new thread going soon. It’s in the brain storming process though. So I’d say it’ll be ready in a week maybe.
  6. She never cared much to see the ruin and damage brought on by a raid. It often reminded her of what she was, and the countless lives she had ruined or outright ended due to her greed. The idea that she was doing it for her family had faded from her mind under the heavy realization that she simply enjoyed it. Much like these bandits she enjoyed the thrill of the heist, the battle that ensued, and the power she felt when taking something that didn’t belong to her and removing anyone that got in her way. She was really good at it, and it gave her an excuse to be a bad mother and terrible spouse. Patricia didn’t want to be that person anymore though. She didn’t want to be Miss Blonde and the woman who wore that mask. So the chance to rebuild something. The chance to take something ruined and fix it. Well that was the first step on a long and bumpy road to redemption. Where Jack had decided to ride his Owlbear that he had secured in the mountains of Terrenus, Patricia preferred more dignified and modern forms of transit. Stepping out of a magitech vehicle, her driver formally of the name Mister Orange and now Tim was also without the mask in order to join Patricia in retirement and redemption. He had joined her and made sure that his boss was taken care of and well protected. Approaching Jack from behind, Patricia have a somber nod to her boyfriend followed by a weak smile. It wasn’t a moment for jokes and merriment but to hit the pavement running after due ceremony and grieving for the loss this place had suffered. ”If you need a moment.” Patricia said in a soft voice. Miss Blonde had run enough planets and dealt with enough intergalactic trade and nations to repair one small town and build it into a city. Though this was Jack’s passion project and she’d simply slip into a supporting role rather than take full charge like she was often so used to. Regardless she’d soon hopefully call for the combat engineer corps of her cloned children to assist in this endeavor soon enough. For now she would see where she was needed most.
  7. I’ll make a new post tomorrow and we’ll see how things go. Let’s not put a label on us guys, let’s just be adventurous 😂
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    As soon as the clones had dropped the restraints it was on. Which was not a surprise to Patricia and hopefully not one for Jack as well. After all Erika was Patricia’s daughter and she had the same wild and impulsive temperament that her mother had at that age. With a extension of her arm the young woman lifted two of the clones into the air and tossed them through the front windows of the tavern. Another attempted to move in with a stun rifle before swiftly being taken out by a combination of holds and strikes that swiftly brought the six foot tall solider to the ground. ”OUT OF MY WAY!” Venom spilled from her mouth with words that were laced with pure hatred and rage. When they were back on Relovian, Patricia and Jack had to face her whilst after traveling dimensions, battling many foes, and terrorizing the city of doors to find their way through. They were exhausted of strength and power, but this time around was quite the different story. Well rested and now having to defend their new home, well Erika would be made short work of. Yet Erika also shared much of her mother’s intellect and knew a fight against the two of them would be pointless. With that in mind she sent a massive wave of telekinetic energy their way before making a sharp right and attempting to flee down the street. Patricia then took matters into her own hands by raising them aloft and snapping a barrier into place to absorb and reflect the energy sen forth by Erika. Patricia didn’t wear a face of nervousness or anxiety, just a calm and patient expression as she tapped her foot. ”Wait for it.” Patricia said in a calm voice. Erika with legs fully beneath her now, ran as fast and hard as she could past the semi and towards the lead vehicle. Looking back to see if they were giving chase, Erika made a fatal flaw. One that she hopefully would remember in the future. A hunter never lets their quarry escape. With the casual easy going attitude of The Dude himself, an arm lazily extended out from the passenger window of the lead vehicle and in its hand was a stun gun that found itself buried into the neck of Erika and fired at full voltage. The noises one makes and the face that accompanies it when hit with such a device typically are not pleasant, and would not be so for one as dignified as Erika. Dropping immediately to the floor and foaming at the mouth, Erika laid there with her posterior in the air and her face fully planted into the cement. ”And down she goes. Dash be a dear and check up on Dozer and Top.” Patricia ordered Dash to which she nodded and walked off to check on the clones thrown through the windows behind them. Stepping out of the car was the man himself. Leader of the clone army and living weapon, Lusk. With war paint permanently tattooed to his face he looked over at Patricia and Jack his new War Chief and gave a nod of acknowledgement. Something that was the most they could expect from the man right now. Lifting up Erika’s unconscious body onto his shoulder, he walked past Jack and Patricia to take her inside the tavern to find a place for her to rest. With one clone left unconscious on the ground, Patricia checked up on him and made sure he was ok. The man would live. As she knelt be by his side she looked up at Jack with a bit of a smile and spoke. ”Well that went better than I thought it would. So that’s a start.” And the sad part was that she was completely honest with that statement.
  9. With the holidays wrapping up, I’d like to either get this thread going again or wrap it up depending on how y’all feel. Personally there’s still room for a lot of dialogue between people, but also with the wait over the holiday putting a pin on it and just carrying into the new year with a new thread also sounds optimal. Thoughts? also happy New Years everyone!
  10. S’all good. Take your time 😃
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    It was all so great. The house, the boys, Jack. All of it was just a picture perfect ending to a story that could of been a fairytale. But that just wasn’t what the real story was. It was anything but a fairytale and she knew that, and again despite these thoughts she wouldn’t let them ruin the moment. Something had already done that. Gazing out the window she could see it lazily pulling down the street. A large semi truck guarded on both sides by black nondescript vehicles that slowly drive out of view only to later come to a grinding stop outside of the tavern. Erika was here and that was a can of worms in its own right. In her absence of her home dimension, it seemed that Erika had fallen. Seduced by the dark powers that be, she turned to them and aided in galactic expansion of tyranny and death. The very same people she spent a good amount of her life fighting and trying to repel. The ones who robbed her of her parents and Erika of her grandparents. So this was not going to be an easy experience to say the least. ”It’s lovely. I can’t wait.” With her best mustering of false happiness and confidence, Patrica smiled but knew Jack would see through it. He’d probably know that Erika was going to be a sore topic for Patricia and one that was going to take time. All she could do was muster up what strength she could and face the consequences of her actions head on. ”Erika is here.” Patrica said with a deep sigh afterwards. It was time. A few moments passed and Patrica found herself standing amongst her other children in the front of the tavern. Clones that she had created to fight the war against the Sith. Wearing their war torn armor and carrying their gear, many of them looked over to Patrica from behind visors with excited eyes. ”Mom.” One of Clones said with a feminine voice from beneath the helmet. Patricia without so much as missed beat or moment smiled at her creation and gave a friendly nod. ”Dash, so great to see you. How’s the new leg treating you?” Patricia said with that same upbeat tone she used to mask her dread of the coming moment. It would be enough to fool the clones. ”It aches a bit from time to time but I can’t complain.” Dash smiled beneath the helm and stepped out of the way. ”I’m having my lab shipped over from Last Chance right now, but when it’s here let me take a look at it and see if we can’t fix that.” Moving a bit closer in, Patricia have the fully armored and six foot tall woman a hug before shooting her a whisper. ”Is Lusk here?” she asked quietly. ”He’s in the lead vehicle. He said he’s not ready to talk to you right now. You know how he gets, mom.” Dash looked down at her mother and gave her a pat on the back. ”Well let’s just get this over with then. Lower the gate.” Separating from her surrogate clone daughter, Patricia watched as the side of truck’s trailer began to slowly open. Locked to a rolling standing restraint was Erika. Patricia’s biological daughter and a spitting image of her mother. She gave Patricia a death glare followed by Jack and the clones. Even strapped to this stand and with multiple stun guns pointed at her, she managed to look as threatening as her mother when she was Miss Blonde. Thankfully Jack was here to make sure this all went smooth. @danzilla3
  12. Nice pro. pic. I fkn love DOOM.

    1. Dredge

      Dredge

      Finally! Gotta have the Mad Villain Doom

    2. Vilhardt

      Vilhardt

      Yessir! The word is Vaughn. I've been listening to MF since the release of Doomsday back in the 90's. The mans an innovative genius, and master of the world. Glad to see that at least someone else out here is still repping the Super.

  13. Sorry for the early post. I felt bad having to rush that last one and it being slightly lack luster. So I had to dip in and kind of do that. Keep pushing along though! Also with the holiday coming up I wanted to keep the thread alive and give it some legs to survive that time 😅
  14. Hubris and arrogance seemed to be the common theme when it came to Maxwell. A man drunk on his own power and bodacious attitude. A man who was and is deemed lesser in the eyes of Dredge. It seemed that he was indeed the exact measure of the man that Dredge had summed him up to be. Dangle a carrot in his face and he ran towards it to seek out the greater personal glory while everything else fell to ruin around him. He sat so high up on his own deluded pedestal that he continued to underestimate Dredge at every turn so far, because this wasn’t any roided out Orc. This was a roided out Orc filled with the power of its new master. An entity born of hatred and malice with the singular driven purpose of revenge and death. So to set the scene, it went along the lines of this. To walk into the St Vincent house was to walk into nightmarish phantasmagoric hellscape of gore and viscera that lay across the floor. Tables and furniture covered with the dismembered bodies of goons that were strewn about after this Orc had gotten to them. Standing with knife wounds, bullets, and even the sharp broken leg of a nightstand jammed thoroughly through his abdomen, the Orc stood. In one hand he held the severed head of Jordan St Vincent, George’s brother. As for George? He sat in the corner of the living space and held up revolver with one more shot at the beast. ”You took everything from me. I had peace. I had a family. I gave you years of my life in Reyer Prison, but because I decided to leave. You just couldn’t have that?” Tossing Jordan’s severed head to the ground, he took a few steps forward towards the violent gang leader. ”Arngoz we can talk about this! It was a misunderstanding! What happened to your family, that wasn’t me! I swear! It was Krimm! Krimm said to do it!” George begged as he backed further into the corner. ”Say their names. Say it.” The Orc now known as Arngoz yelled to the cowering man. ”Whose names?!” George said as he began to pull himself up a bit to keep his back against the wall. ”MY FAMILY!! SAY THEIR NAMES GEORGE!! SAY IT!!” Arngoz screamed as rage and magical energy accented his words. ”Your family... I uh-“ Swiftly he was interrupted. ”You don’t even fucking remember. Or maybe you just never knew.” And with that the talking was done. There were a final few cries for mercy and pleas for salvation before George and his ilk met their end. But when it was over Arngoz picked up the revolver with George’s hand still attached to it. With little effort he removed the dead man’s hand and took hold of it. Deeply he stared at it for a passing moment, and the decision was made. As the bombastic Maxwell let out his attack of steam and crying out asking for more screams to match that of Arngoz, he would not be treated to such noise from the rear. All that sounded was a solitary gunshot and the sound of a large body hitting the floor. There was a moment of silence as the hot steam shrouded the commando team. An eerie quiet only accented by the rain. After a few grunts of pain and mild burns, the five men backed away slowly as even battle hardened commandos still had souls, and what they had just witnessed had shook them. Maxwell would notice that these were not men like the last time around in the Cold Mountains. These were Demi-Humans and monstrous races of people. Demon Worshiping and ritual scarred Drow, Ancestor Spirit and Ritual Trolls, Gruumsh following Orcs, and even the War Machine loving Hobgoblins. A motley crew of races and monsters that for all intents and purposes should not be seen working together, much less forming a well trained team of professional soldiers. They were beasts through and through and yet, and the sound of loss when it came to their fellow monster. They backed away with no fight in them for Maxwell. While they certainly would never surrender, they would make immediate retreat after giving a nod to the man that if he wanted blood there would be blood, but they were done here and would make their leave promptly. Elsewhere. Dredge stood a monolith at the outskirts of town looming and looking over the dead who were still strapped to these posts. Standing over the young body of a Lizardfolk, he gently cut the barbed wire from his body and laid him to rest on the cold wet ground. ”I’m sorry. I’m sorry I couldn’t save you.” It had gotten to the man. All of this. This field was made to throw away the worst of the worst. To discard the discarded. Something he was and had been through. So for the first time in a very long time, the man hurt. It felt like a weight had been thrust upon his heart and crushed it at the sight of what he once was. ”But they will pay. Rest assured they will all burn.” With a wave of his hand the air began to shift. When Dauner and whoever else decided to come upon Dredge in that field they would simply see the black clad robed pyromancer telekinetically break the wire around these bodies and use that force to lay them to rest on the ground. It was a side that they had certainly not seen or perhaps thought was capable from a man who sacrificed his own men, burned villages, and blew up monasteries. And to be honest, it wasn’t really a side that he thought he had as well. Yet another force began to build from Dredge. One that magnified with every passing second that ticked along. Rage. Pure and boundless rage that began to manifest itself in magical power similar to the dark star that floated above that village. Yet where that was boiler plate hatred to turn into magical power. This flowed from a source of emotion. A wound inside the man that provided a wellspring of dark magical energy that poured out of him in waves that could be felt for miles by anyone magically attuned, and that feeling was unrivaled hatred and pain.
  15. I sadly can’t be everywhere at once and this thread has a lot more attention than it’s pred- shiiiiiit I knew I forgot something. Shit, this is on me my bad. This is what my team has in terms of targets and I just straight up forgot to share it once I dropped the thread. This should help make things a bit more focused. But to finish that thought. Dredge sadly can’t be everywhere at once to interact with people. So I’ve got him posted up at the outskirts of the town where he freed the people tied to posts with barbed wire. If you’re looking for interaction he’ll be there. Kill List Target Codename Bone Devil Identity: Inmate number 407 Malmos Kilxes Race: Tiefling Gender: Male Role: Leader of the crime organization known as Devil Children Locations: Residence on 24th and Cherry St and Bookmaking Operation Black and 4th. If not at either location is often seen at Chino’s Place (Bar) Threat Level: Minimum however consider them to be armed and dangerous along with being escorted by at least two bodyguards at all times. Family: Wife and two children Target Codename Drider Identity: Inmate number 836 George St Vincent Race: Human Gender: Male Role: Leader of the enforcer gang Mad Bombers Distinguishing Marks: Spider web tattoo going across his face. Location: Residence on Plum and 13th st or wandering the streets on patrol to make rounds. Threat Level: Moderate. Has no less than six armed guards nearby and is considered armed and dangerous. Family: His brother and Second in Command Jordan St Vincent Target Codename Hippogriff Identity: Inmate number 572 Marissa Silverwind Race: Asamir Gender: Female Role: Leader of Golden Road. A drug and contraband outfit. Location: Business and Residence The Fairchild. A bar and upstairs office where her operation is run. Threat Level: Minimum. Possibly unarmed. Family: None
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