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Dec 15 2017, 06:24 PM
THOR: RAGNAROK
After a two-year, unsuccessful search for the Infinity Stones, Thor finds himself the prisoner of Sutur, who reveals to him that his father Odin, does not sit on the throne in Asgard. Upon his escape and return to Asgard, Thor discovers that Loki has been impersonating their father for his own gain and amusement. Thor forcibly takes Loki with him to find their father on Earth, but they find that the retirement home where Loki had left him has been demolished.

The two brothers meet Doctor Strange, from whom Thor enlists help to locate their father. They find Odin in Norway, where Thor intends to force Loki to free Odin from the powerful spell he's put upon him. However, it turns out that Odin already overcame Loki's spell and has voluntarily placed himself in exile.

Divergences from MCU canon begin here.

Unbeknownst to the three of them, Odin's dazedness while under Loki's enchantment has caused the restraints placed on Hela to weaken considerably, allowing her to finally escape from Hel. Taking advantage of her family's absence, Hela summons her army of dead, brings her wolf Fenrir back to life, and takes control of Asgard.

Skurge, Hela's new Executioner and Bifrost guardian, alerts her when Thor, Odin and Loki call for the Bifrost. Hela is prepared and she meets her family head-on inside the transfer, knocking Loki and Thor out of the portal and taking Odin as her prisoner. The hammer also falls into Hela's possession and she locks it in the vault beneath the palace.

Upon arriving at Sakaar, Thor is forced to compete in the Contest of Champions, but with the help of Loki, Valkyrie, Bruce Banner, and Korg and his revolutionists, they escape Sakaar on a stolen ship and return to Asgard. While his allies distract the bloodthirsty, self-proclaimed queen and her forces, Thor breaks to free Odin and reclaim Mjølnir. United as family, they defeat Hela, and Odin once again imprisons her in Hel.

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Major Changes:
  • Odin and Hela are not dead. Odin has returned to ruling as King of Asgard, while Hela has been reimprisoned in Hel.
  • Ragnarök has not yet come to pass, so Asgard is still in tact.
  • Mjølnir has not been destroyed and remains in Thor's possession.
  • Events take place roughly around March 2017.
Oct 20 2017, 07:08 PM
Salzrich Brezel was a man of the pretzel, always had been. He'd come from a long line of bakers, starting with his great-great-great-great grandfather, Knotsten Brezel, who opened a bakery in his hometown in Bavaria. They'd baked cakes, pies, the best bread rolls in town, but their speciality had always been in the knotted loops of twisted gold, baked to perfection and sprinkled generously with clumps of salt. All his life, Salzrich breathed pretzels, lived by them--pretzels were the love of his life.

Unfortunately, he made the mistake of admitting that to his now ex-wife, who subsequently took everything in the divorce, including the dog. But Salzrich still had his pretzel cart, and where his pretzels were, that was home.

Today, his home was at the amazing Stark Expo. He had a permit to set up his cart right near the giant globe and he'd displayed his pretzels proudly behind the glass. Presently, he was chatting to a young couple, who'd paid two dollars for a pair of pretzels and wished they could've skipped the half-hour long story about his childhood that Salzrich liked to throw in as a bonus.

Salzrich was so happy blathering away, in fact, that he didn't notice the eruptions of fire bursting through the roof of the sponsors' exhibit in Pavilion I or in Pavilion C. Neither did he realise the outpour of people rushing out of said pavilion until they were yards away from his humble cart. While the couple scurried away, Salzrich's eyes lit up; surely, they were all here to sample his delicious pretzels! Eager to meet his customers, he pulled his cart towards the main path--

"GET OUTTA THAWAY!"

Someone slammed hard into Salzrich's shoulder, causing his knees to give way. The ground came all too quickly at him until his head slammed against the edge of his cart and his vision went dark. He must have only lost consciousness for a minute or so, however, for when he opened his eyes, there were still hordes of people, except they were no longer running at him but around him. The reason for that soon became clear when Salzrich looked down: his cart, his home, turned on its side, and his soft pretzels strewn like discarded litter all across the path.

And as Salzrich watched the loves of his life be cruelly trampled by sneakers and loafers, he thought he knew the meaning of utter anguish. Salzrich was a man of the pretzel, always had been. But today, he was also a man of woe. Never in all his years had he ever witnessed such a catas-dough-phe.
Oct 20 2017, 07:05 PM
"George, is it? I have to say, your project is most fallacious..."

"I'll take that as a compliment!"

"It's not."

Teams of judges--world experts in the fields of science and technology--with their clipboards in hand, scribbled notes in the margins of their marking sheets. There was quite a sampling of the various projects at hand. Some were brilliant, some mediocre, and others, well, a little disturbing.

"The theme was to build something that helps someone different than me, right? Well, my invention here is for Old Man Perkins at Sunnyvale Gardens, who just can't get it up like he used to--"

"For God's sake, boy, how did you get past regionals?!"

The buzz of chatter was ever prevalent in the pavilion, as was the smell of hot dogs, thanks to the food truck parked just outside. The hall itself was easily the size of a football field, containing all of the projects with plenty of room for both spectators and participants to mingle. All students had been assigned white cardboard poster board and a table with which to set up with their visuals and physical demonstrations. In between their presentations, students took turns exploring the science fair, marvelling at the creativity and vision of their competitors.

"Hello there--Miss Lilith Pur, is it? What have you been working on recently?"

A petite girl with mousy brown hair smiled, revealing neon-coloured braces. She tucked her hair behind her ears, revealing a pair of cross-shaped stud earrings, her gaze focused just beyond the judges. She was looking towards a trio of students who were perusing the rows. One of them, a boy wearing a long-sleeved tee with the word 'PURITY' stamped across the front in chunky text, gave her a near imperceptible nod.

Any second now.

"My project," the girl began sweetly, "will help the blind see the truth..."

A cry from the northeast corner of the pavilion interrupted the ambience of idle chatter. A student's project had caught ablaze. Just as the student had managed to contain the fire (by smothering it with his own jacket), there came another shout--this time, closer towards the centre of the hall--and another eruption of flame. There was a crash, the sound of shattering glass, and several dozens of armed men stormed into the pavilion, the blasts of spontaneously combusting inventions drowned out by gunfire and screams. A third of the intruders barred the exits, bellowing for the public to get down on their knees while the pavilion rained with falling bullets and ceiling rubble. The rest of them plowed through the rows of project, shooting and slashing posters and displays.

But the destruction was not random. All the projects which had been left untouched had a common theme: help the downtrodden mutants, support the persecuted enhanced.

"Fuck Registration!" the intruders screamed, lifting their firearms in the air. Another barrage of bullets followed as they outed themselves as anti-registration terrorists. "Fuck the Accords! FUCK ALL HUMANS!"
Sep 8 2017, 05:53 PM
NPC FOR RENT
This is for our unsung heroes: the background characters, i.e. NPCs. Here, you can 'rent' an NPC without having to formally apply for the character. NPCs might include family members, mentors, random victims or villains, and so on--basically, characters who haven't much going on beyond the reason for which they were created.

To rent an NPC, fill out the following form:
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[post2=GIF URL HERE][b]NAME:[/b] Full name and codename (if applicable)
[b]OCCUPATION:[/b] Employment
[b]NATIONALITY:[/b] Nationality
[b]MEMBER GROUP:[/b] Enhanced, Extraterrestrial, Human, Inhuman, Mutant, or Mystical
[b]FACE CLAIM:[/b] Playby's first and last name

A single paragraph summary of the character's history and personality goes here. Be sure to mention any relationships with existing characters.
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Note: It's possible for an NPC to upgrade into a full-fledged character; this will require registering a separate account and submitting an application. If you'd like to upgrade an NPC, PM an admin (it'll help us stay organised).
Aug 23 2017, 07:12 PM
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