Get in there
You try to enter, but the door is locked. Your rattling gets the attention fo the person who was at the back, who turns out to be the janitor. He opens the door.
"Eh? Whadda you want, son? Everyone else left a good while ago. The last one to leave was that girl, when those guys in spandex holding jerry cans came to pick her up."
"MAKE SURE YOU WARN ANY OTHER HEROES YOU HAVE OUT ABOUT A BITCH IN A SPARKLY DRESS WITH A GLOWING STICK AND A DUDE IN A TRENCHCOAT FULL OF GUNS WHO HAVE DECIDED TO PAINT THE TOWN RED."
"OH, AND RING-WRAITH, YOU SHOULD PROBABLY TALK TO SOMEONE ABOUT USING THAT THING BETTER, I THINK THE SUPERNATURAL WING IS... THAT WAY?" Bob points down a random hallway "AND THE 'REFORMED' VILLAIN PLACE, IN CASE YOU WANT TO TALK TO ONE OF THOSE GUYS, IS... SOME OTHER WAY? Bob points down a different hallway "I DON'T ACTUALLY KNOW THE LAYOUT OF THIS PLACE, BUT FEEL FREE TO HIT THE FOOD COURT WHILE I GRAB SOME STUFF FROM THE STOCK ROOMS."
Head to the storage areas, grab some rope, handcuffs, tear gas canisters, and stun grenades, which will surely not backfire in any way.
((If I went the villain route my guy would probably be "the abductor" the way I'm building...))
((Who says you aren't on that route already~~))
"Understood. We don't currently have any other heroes of your caliber, but we'll put out a bulleting for law enforcement."You point your new sidekick in the direction of...somewhere, and head out to the armoury/storage area. In the kiosk, you are greeted by a man wearing a beret.
"Ah, mon ami! How can I help you today? You have some shoppinh to do at Pierre's armoury, oui?"You get everything on your kidnapper's shopping list.
George lets out a sigh and takes out today's paper. He puts his feet up on the dashboard and returns to his crossword puzzle.
18. Avenges crime. 9 letters.
You write "vigilante". Heh, that sounds like an exciting thing to do. Suddenly someone knocks on your window. He looks like a rather unwashed homeless man.
"Hey. Hey man. Yeah, you like crossword puzzles? Shit man, I love crossword puzzles. You wanna buy some drugs man? This is the good shit, man! It will make you feel on fire! Come on man! I'll let you have them for a dollar!"
"Perhaps building them is simple, but I do not know where to find some of the materials. It calls for 'essence of life', 'house of thought', and 'living metal' among other things. Do you know how I could acquire those?"
More questions. Ponder if there is an abandoned factory or a scrap yard somewhere that I could get materials from.
The guy sighs. It's a sigh that betrays a lifetime, maybe even an eternity of annoyance.
"It's just alchemist speak. Well, perhaps the one who wrote this wasn't an alchemist, but I recognize the kind. It's all about sounding more exotic than it is, you see? Essence of life would be blood, house of thought would be the brain. I can't quite help you with living metal though."
Well, there is that defunct canned chicken factory a few streets from your home. The place has been abandoned ever since they found out they were actually putting about 10% chicken and 90% rat in it, but there should be plenty of scrap and workspace at least. As for blood and brains, well, you suppose you could try to buy animal ones? Else, there's no shortage of homeless people in megacity 15.
Sleep.
You put on your favourite pajamas and crawl into bed. After a hard day of fighting and trying to murder random superheroes, you fall asleep almost immediatly.
In your dream, you are standing in the doorway of your building. You close the door behind you and turn around. You hear a rythmic noise coming from around the corner, and it's getting louder and louder. A whole company of metal men in vaguely military looking uniforms marches down the street. They're all marching in formation, ten abreast, with tanks and trucks in between them from time to time. There seems to be no end to them, hundreds must have passed by already. A hand clamps down on your shoulder and you are turned around. You are face to face with one of the metal men, his eyes empty sockets and his features skeletal. His mouth starts to open, impossibly wide for a human, and out comes a painfully loud wail.
You wake up. What the hell?
((as i know green lantern is much better in assist mode than i hero mode, imo.))
"Yea i would be greatfull if ive got some proper teacher or kinda."((to get + to rolls 
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Talks to secretary: may i use ur help? Pop Do you have any information about my powers? Would be really greatefull!! for any teacher, or book, or manuscript or really anything!"
"You could always go see gunny? Over there."You head over to the place the secretary pointed at. A few hallways later and you find yourself in some sort of training room. A bunch of recruits are running laps while a man shouts at them. You walk up to the guy.
"AND WHAT DO YOU WANT? I DON'T HAVE ALL DAY, MAGGOT!"
You ask him about your ring
"WHAT? YEAH, I'VE SEEN THOSE IN KOREA. WHAT DO YOU MEAN, TEACH ME? ARE YOU SOME KIND OF MOROOOOON? USE YOUR BRAINS, MAGGOT! YOUR ENEMY HAS A KNIFE? MAKE A SWORD! YOUR ENEMY HAS A GUN? MAKE A BIGGER GUN! THERE'S LOTS OF THE BASTARDS? MAKE A FUCKING TANK! YOU'RE WOUNDED AND THE ENEMY IS WINNING?
FUCKING MAKE AN ATOMIC BOMB, PRAISE BABY JESUS, AND BLOW UP ALL THE FUCKERS, INCLUDING YOUR OWN SORRY ASS. ANY MORE QUESTIONS, MAGGOT?!"
"Ehh? Not gonna pay? Wow, talk about being unappreciative. I save your life and you can't be bothered to spare a dime? Looks like me and your father will need to have a chat about your attitude, mister. Where can I find him?"
Ask.
"The father is beyond your comprehension! You cannot possibly hope to meet him!" He clears his throat and speaks in a more sane volume. "On the other hand, if you take a look at this leaflet, there's going to be a rally this evening where one of his lieutenants will be looking for potential recruits. It's good work, you know. You're on the winning side, and the dental plan is pretty good too. Give it a thought, eh?"
He pushes the leaflet into your hands.
Blast her to pieces with my shotgun. Look for more Brits to murder.
"RICHAARD! WHY ARE YOU MOVING AWAY! HELP ME YOU DIS-" The woman is cut short as a round of dragonsbreath hits her in the face point blank. Like, holy shit, her head looks like burned minced meat. You put the shotgun away and take out the FN FAL. You take aim at the man named Richard, but the gun jams. You quickly put it back on your back and get out your revolver, putting a quick one-two into the fleeing Richards back. You then stroll around the lobby. Most of the brits are dazed and hurt, so you just go from person to person and execute them.
After cleaning up the lobby, you head upstairs. In the kitchen, you find the last people in alive in the building. There's an old man, holding a kitchen knife. He's standing in front of a woman and a young boy.
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