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[Karnewarrior]

LEVEL ONE:

NEVERMORE

Nevermore.

You are so fucking tired of being the good guy. You are so fucking tired of being the guy in the background who makes sure the Real Heroes can have working spotlights. You are so FUCKING TIRED mof being the guy who cleans Batmans belt, the guy who takes Supermans clothes to the laundromat, and since Superman is a forgetful fucking bastard, spend his own goddamn money to clean his clothes and never gets paid back. You are SO FUCKING TIRED of being that guy, the guy who makes sure other people can lead civilized FUCKING lives by making sure the "real men" can do their goddamn job in their outfits, making sure they don't run about the city fighting crime and shit in their FUCKING UNDERWEAR.

Nevermore.

This is the end. Merry fucking christmas. One present, from your girlfriend. You're pretty sure she's only with you out of pity. Deja fucking vu. You've done this before. This has been your life for the past 22 years. Well, minus the girlfriend. For six years you never got any presents at all.

Nevermore.

Sure, you tried to partake of the "simple pleasures" of life. After all, you aren't homeless. You have a acceptable job running a small business selling office supplies. You make enough. But that's it. Enough. Where the fuck was karma? Years working in secret with the police, who never say thank you. You don't even get a free doughnut, for fucks sake. You're so fucking tired of this.

Nevermore.

Six packages of tin foil. A set of extra small butchers knives and a month of secretive toil. You have a overcoat already; it's always rainy in this city. It's always horrible. Always dismal. When the sun peeks out from behind the clouds, it starts to cry and runs back to whatever hell spawned it. You are so fucking tired of being everyones doormat.

Never

Fucking

More.

You're ready. Tonight you're going to make a difference. It isn't going to be easy. The law is going to come down on you hard, like you taught them to. They're going to use every trick you taught them. You were too good at your job. It's not going to be easy.

But you can't stay in this box anymore. Besides, you have a few unique abilities of your own. It's just a matter of remembering what they are.

[lemon10]

Hmmm... awsome so far.
>Remember abilities

[Karnewarrior]

You're...

You're supposed to suggest some awesome supervillan abilities. Just know they're all going to be incredibly weak, and possibly (if you choose the wrong thing) they won't even look like what you wanted. Don't worry, you automatically get Fast Learner so your skills level up Damn fast.

Also this adventure is mostly because I'm flipping my shit right now. I'm pissed off but there's nothing to warrant a major response like I want to. It's more of a gradual buildup thing. This should make a nice vent.

[Neyvn]

Well Invisibility would be one of them, wouldn't it. Or the ability to make yourself 'unseen' by those that look towards you, kinda a curse though. For you see to be SEEN you must want to be SEEN. Being depressed and shitty kinda got you into a method of just having everyone look around you and never at you. So its really your own fault nothings been going your way, but your never going to admit it, the girlfriend though she was a unique event considering you were doing your work and using this power, she saw you, somehow...

[Strife26]

What were my powers again? Hell if I'd remember.

Bloody hell, you're such an fucking idiot. Not even remembering memories. Gawd.

Your primary abilities include greater than normal reflexes, the ability to escape restraints, and resistance to attacks to the abdomen.

You really shouldn't forget the ever-fun multiple personalities, or the paranoid schizophrenia. I suppose that I should be using plural pronouns, shouldn't we? Limited language, we suppose.

[Karnewarrior]

Right.

You remember now. You were always a bit hard to "see". You blended in with crowds. You always seemed to be in everyones blind spots. Behind a convinient pole. Anonymous. Unseen. Invisible.

No. No more. You will make them see you. Or maybe you'll wait until it's too late to reveal yourself. Assassination. Who knows. You haven't planned.

It'll mesh well with your unusual endurance. You can take hits like no-one else can. You aren't invincible, but you're damn tough.

You walk out into the cold air. Merry fucking christmas New York. Enjoy your present.

Now. Where to go.

[Armok]

The Slums.

[Phantom]

To the Corporate Executive offices.

[Heron TSG]

City hall.

[Furtuka]

The alleyway behind the laundrymat

[Terrahex]

all of the above.

[Phantom]

all of the above.

The alley behind the Corporate Executive Slums City Hall?

[Neyvn]

all of the above.

The alley behind the Corporate Executive Slums City Hall?

Which shares the same building with the local laundrymat...

[Terrahex]

all of the above.

The alley behind the Corporate Executive Slums City Hall?

Which shares the same building with the local laundrymat...

where a warehouse sits that will become our secret hideout!!!

[Phantom]

all of the above.

The alley behind the Corporate Executive Slums City Hall?

Which shares the same building with the local laundrymat...

where a warehouse sits that will become our secret hideout!!!

Best Corporate Executive Slums City Hall Laundrymat ever.