Across the multiverse, there are countless heroes and villains, forged by the mighty crucible that is their tragic origin. These individuals are motivated by such an impetus to do far more than scrape by and survive in this chaotic existence. Will they become a symbol of hope, or one to be feared? Will they pursue their own selfish interests, or sacrifice themselves for the greater good of mankind?There is only one way to find out. I am the Scorekeeper, and this is the story of how one such individual went on to become…unique.Now, before we begin, there are a few things that you should know. Listen closely...Stats:>Responsibility: This stat represents the obligations you have to fulfill as your alter ego. Responsibilities can be taken willingly, and they can be put upon you. While failing to meet these responsibilities can make those around you suffer, they can also motivate you when fulfilled properly.>Accountability: This stat represents the level of scrutiny that your life is placed under. People care about you. They will likely interfere with your private life if they feel as if you're in danger of ruining it yourself. And while it can be annoying to have someone else prying into your business, it's never a bad thing to have someone looking out for you.>Savings: Money is essential for your survival. Whether it is used to acquire and create gear for your superhero escapades, or if you simply need to stock up on food and set aside money for living expenses, having a little extra cash on hand can never be a bad thing.>Allowance: A sub-stat of "Savings". This stat is only applicable if you are a "Student" or a "College Student" and it gives you a source of reliable income from a parent or guardian. Keep in mind, however, that an allowance can be taken away if too many rules are broken.>Alibi: You might be a superhero, but people are always watching, even from angles that you can't always predict. This stat represents your ability to rationalize your absences and random disappearances in times of trouble. Those with a high Alibi stat will find themselves free from scrutiny in most situations, while those with a low Alibi stat will discover the exact opposite is true.[You will be given 2 Mutation Points. Mutation Points can be spent to obtain or upgrade any abilities that you might already possess.]Got it? Good. Let's dive right into it, then.Their story began on a day much like any other...
In the early afternoon, countless people were milling about the Connor’s Lab. And today, you were among those people.Walking past a set of test tubes and beakers, you noticed how their sizes and contents varied greatly. The chemicals inside were very colorful and appealing to look at, but you had to wonder whether they had any practical applications, or if the Connors’ put them on display for the tourists.You resisted the urge to poke at one with a pale blue liquid inside. In this beaker, you caught a slightly distorted reflection of your own face.How old are you?>Kid: -Responsibility, ++Accountability, --Savings, "Hard to hit", "Featherweight">Teenager: +Responsibility, +Accountability, -Savings, "Well-balanced">Adult: +Responsibility, -Accountability, +Savings, "Built different"What’s your gender?>Male>Female(Let me know if you'd like descriptions of the talents that you receive for picking a certain age.)
>>5152690How old are you?>Adult: +Responsibility, -Accountability, +Savings, "Built different"What’s your gender?>Male>(Let me know if you'd like descriptions of the talents that you receive for picking a certain age.)Yes please.
>>5152690>Teenager: +Responsibility, +Accountability, -Savings, "Well-balanced">MaleGot to say, Kid having 2 talents is tempting but teenager seems well enough.
>>5152690Wanna know the benefits on the talents before I pick anything buuut >Teenager >Male That's prime capeshit stuff. Still wanna see the talent descriptions
>>5152690>>Adult: +Responsibility, -Accountability, +Savings, "Built different">>Male
>>5152690>Adult: +Responsibility, -Accountability, +Savings, "Built different">FemaleBig woman
>>5152704>>5152706>>5152709>>5152710>>5152712>>5152713>Hard to hit: Being as little as you are, it's no surprise that your enemies have trouble pinning you down. Gain an advantage when you are attempting to avoid projectiles or melee attacks made in an open area.>Featherweight: You have less weight to throw around, and as a result, your punches are weaker, and your enemies will have an easier time tossing you like a ragdoll. That being said, you also have an easier time flinging yourself around if you choose to do so.>Built Different: You're a bit sturdier than the average guy/girl. Whatever you've been through, or grown accustomed to in your life, it's given you an indomitable will.>Well-balanced: Your ability to recover from wounds and illnesses is remarkable! The amount of time it takes for you to heal has decreased.There are more talents than this, as you will be choosing your background and lifestyle shortly after this decision. Keep in mind that some talents aren't positive, and act as a sort of counter-balance. I'll allow you guys to change your votes if you wish.
It seems like "Adult Male" is pulling ahead in votes. I'll start writing...
In the beaker, you see the face of a young man in his early 20’s with…reasonably handsome features. You’re not sure if you’d call yourself a Casanova, but you haven’t had any complaints, either.Distracted as you are, you just barely managed to avoid a middle-aged heavyset man barreling into your shoulder. He didn’t apologize for it, but you decided to let it roll off of your shoulder.Amongst the tourists visiting the lab today, you spotted a number of college students and early risers that had just gotten off their morning shift. It was so crowded in here that you found yourself being herded away from the beakers you were examining.Unconsciously, you glanced at your watch again. You didn't particularly have anywhere to be after this, but you liked to keep your schedule open. You could vaguely hear Dr. Curtis Connors giving a speech about the wonders of genetic engineering in the background.What kind of lifestyle do you lead?>9 to 5(Adult only): ++Savings, ++Accountability, -Alibi>College Student(Teenager and Adult only): +Responsibility, -Accountability, -Alibi>Criminal: -Responsibility, +Accountability, –Alibi, +Savings>Homeless: -Responsibility, -Accountability, --Savings, ++Alibi>Write-in.(I'll decide the stats. Keep it reasonable.)
>>5152748>Criminal: -Responsibility, +Accountability, –Alibi, +SavingsYou know I don’t think I ever seen a spider who had a life of crime?
>>5152748>College Student(Teenager and Adult only): +Responsibility, -Accountability, -Alibi
>>5152748>Criminal: -Responsibility, +Accountability, –Alibi, +Savings
>>5152748>>9 to 5(Adult only): ++Savings, ++Accountability, -Alibi
>>5152748>Write-in>welfare bucks shitposting NEET
>>5152748>Criminal: -Responsibility, +Accountability, –Alibi, +Savingsthe most interesting option.
>>5152752>>5152769>>5152782>>5152784Criminal is surprisingly popular. Let's roll with it. Writing...
>>5152793>>5152788>not wanting to play as /fitlit/ Parker Sperg
You nervously glance around the room, taking stock of any expensive-looking equipment that won’t be immediately missed. Judging by how many people are in this particular room, you feel like it’d be very difficult to swipe something without drawing any attention.If you’re lucky, you can use this mob of geeks and brats as cover. They obviously won’t be able to keep track of you individually. Although, you aren’t too fond of the idea of some kid ratting you out if he spots you palming one of the displays.Briefly, you consider the possibility that the expensive equipment could be bolted down. You’re not sure if these guys are smart enough to hide their valuables when a crowd this big starts stomping around their lab. It’d make sense if that were the case.Cursing inwardly, you start looking for anything else that looks remotely valuable. Aside from equipment, prototypes and tools, all you see are animals in glass cases. Taking one of them without being noticed would be significantly more difficult. Besides, you aren’t so familiar with the Black Market that you could profit from trying to sell some genetically engineered mutant pet for a reasonable price. You have no idea how much they go for, how dangerous they are, or who would want to buy them. If you don’t do your research beforehand, you’re likely to get stiffed in a deal with someone far more experienced than you.No. Too many risks. You should just stick to casing the place out today.You take stock of the vents, emergency exits, cameras, and other security systems that have been put in place to keep people like you out of the lab once everyone’s gone home.At the same time, you found your mind drifting to the past. You weren’t always like this. What did you do before you began a life of crime?>You were "Filthy Rich"(Cannot be taken by Homeless): ++Savings, -Responsibility, +Accountability, --Alibi>You were something of an "Outcast": --Accountability, ++Alibi, +Responsibility, "Disappearing Act">Some would consider you a bit of an "Egghead": +Responsibility, +Accountability, +Alibi, "Tinkerer">You actually used to be an "Athlete": +Responsibility, +Accountability, -Alibi, "Moves like Jagger">Who are you kidding? This has been your life for as long as you could remember. People always thought you were a little "Shifty": -Responsibility, +Accountability, -Alibi, “Sticky Fingers”>Write-in.(Keep it reasonable)
Talents:>Disappearing Act: People don't pay a lot of attention to you. Either that, or they simply don't want to know what you're up to. This makes it insanely easy for you to slip away undetected. This works both in and out of the suit!>Tinkerer: You have a way with machines. Whether you're fixing, crafting or understanding a gadget or gizmo, you've got an immediate advantage over the average joe.>Moves Like Jagger: You move with a kind of grace and coordination that's hard to find in people your age. When undertaking acrobatic dodges or making complex movements, you have an immediate advantage.>Sticky Fingers: Your nimble fingers and precise movements allow you to swipe objects without other people noticing. This applies for anything that requires sleight of hand or precise webshots.
>>5152786For our neutral special
>>5152825> >Who are you kidding? This has been your life for as long as you could remember. People always thought you were a little "Shifty": -Responsibility, +Accountability, -Alibi, “Sticky Fingers”
>>5152842It was the only life for us
>>5152825>>Who are you kidding? This has been your life for as long as you could remember. People always thought you were a little "Shifty": -Responsibility, +Accountability, -Alibi, “Sticky Fingers”
>>5152825>>5152828Voting for this life, this is too funny.We are the one spiderman in the multiverse that uses g u n.I'm liking this thread already Scorekeeper.
>>5152881*thug life fuck me sideways>>5152825>Who are you kidding? This has been your life for as long as you could remember. People always thought you were a little "Shifty": -Responsibility, +Accountability, -Alibi, “Sticky Fingers”
>>5152825>You were something of an "Outcast": --Accountability, ++Alibi, +Responsibility, "Disappearing Act"
>>5152825>Who are you kidding? This has been your life for as long as you could remember. People always thought you were a little "Shifty": -Responsibility, +Accountability, -Alibi, “Sticky Fingers”Spider criminal is an interesting one. A spider who isn't afraid to use guns and steal sounds awesome.
>>5152825>>Who are you kidding? This has been your life for as long as you could remember. People always thought you were a little "Shifty": -Responsibility, +Accountability, -Alibi, “Sticky Fingers”Bad spidey best spidey
>>5152842>>5152876>>5152881>>5152891>>5152910Thanks guys. Glad you're enjoying it. This is gonna be an interesting story to write. Writing...
You close your eyes momentarily, savoring the fond memories rushing through your mind. You remember the first pocket you picked as a boy. The first lock you picked. The first purse you pilfered. The first heist you planned.You let out a wistful sigh…which was immediately followed by a snort.Who’re you kidding? You’ve never worked an honest day in your life. From a young age, you learned how the world really works. No one cares about you, and no one will take care of you. You don’t steal because you want to. You do it because you have to.And you’ll be damned if you let some corporate scumbags shackle you with contracts and give your money away to some pencil-neck fed. The money you earn belongs to you, and you alone. And one day, you’re gonna make it big. Then, no one’s gonna be able to look down on you.With that invigorating thought in mind, you drifted over to a table with a rather expensive looking drill lying on top of it. You were certain that no one was watching you, but you didn’t want to let your guard down. You slowly turned your head, feigning interest in a digital display that described the conditions of an ecosystem that housed a rare species of lizard. And in one fluid motion, you slipped the drill into your jacket with the ease and naturalness of a man pocketing his phone.The most important part of larceny is removing guilt from your mind and actions. If you think that you’re doing something wrong, it shows in your face, and in your movements.Suddenly, you felt a light tickle on the back of your hand. A small, multi-colored spider was sitting on your hand like it was the most natural thing in the world. And it wasn’t just exploring.Nah, the little fucker was staring right at you, meeting your two eyes with its eight.“What the f-”A jolt of pain shot up your hand, and you couldn’t help but let out a yelp. The little fucker bit you! Is this shit poisonous!?You swatted at your hand viciously, flattening the bug and leaving it to fall to the ground, lifeless. Ugh, it left a mark. And it’s swelling already.Perfect.“Excuse me, sir. Are you alright?”You froze, recognizing the voice behind you as the scientist that had just been lecturing that group of college students.You slowly turned to face Dr. Curtis Connors himself. His face was full of concern, but you couldn’t help but panic at the thought of him taking interest in you. All of a sudden, that drill you stole felt a lot heavier. And so did your arms. And…your legs for that matter. Was it getting hot in here?You need to get out of here. Now.>”I’m fine. Thank you.” Take your leave.>”One of your mutant spiders just bit me! Please tell me that thing wasn’t poisonous!”>”You’re Dr. Curt Connors…! I’m a huge fan!” Shake his hand and steal his watch.>”Yeah, I…I don’t feel too good, doc.”>Write-in.
>>5153079>”You’re Dr. Curt Connors…! I’m a huge fan!” Shake his hand and steal his watch.
>>5153079>>”One of your mutant spiders just bit me! Please tell me that thing wasn’t poisonous!”Are we Flint Marko
>>5153079>”You’re Dr. Curt Connors…! I’m a huge fan!” Shake his hand and steal his watch.>”Yeah, I…I don’t feel too good, doc.”Write in>"I'm going to get some fresh air, if you don't mind sir."
>>5153079>”Yeah, I…I don’t feel too good, doc.”
>>5153079Oh god we just got bit by a spider, in a research lab! We got to get help! At best we’re going to get an infection and at worst we’rethats one nice watch is that a Rolex?>”You’re Dr. Curt Connors…! I’m a huge fan!” Shake his hand and steal his watch.
>>5153079>>”You’re Dr. Curt Connors…! I’m a huge fan!” Shake his hand and steal his watch.>>”Yeah, I…I don’t feel too good, doc.”
>>5153079>”I’m fine. Thank you.” Take your leave.Time to GTFO
>>5153089>>5153098>>5153111>>5153118>>5153119Taking these. Writing...
>>5153152We are terrible, and I love it.A spider man with literal and metaphorical sticky fingers.
Your mind started racing. You’re gonna get caught. You’re gonna go to prison, and you just got bitten by some stupid fucking mutant spider! You’ve gotta go get help. You’ve gotta–DAMN, that’s a good looking watch he’s got there! Is that a Rolex? Could be a family heirloom, or something. Whatever it is, its about to be yours.Using your initial shock as a way to portray the expression of a starstruck fanboy, you start waving your hands. “You’re Dr. Curt Connors…! I’m a huge fan!” you exclaim, grabbing hold of his hand and shaking it vigorously.Dr. Connors appeared shocked at first, but he quickly regained his composure and returned the handshake with similar enthusiasm. While he was distracted, you unlatched the clasp on his watch and slipped it into your sleeve.“Thank you, but I have to give some credit to my wife and the other assistants that work under us. Our research wouldn’t be nearly as successful without their contributions.” he said.Much to your surprise, the guy was being genuine. He was nice, if not a bit affable. A feeling closer to pity crept into your thoughts. You don’t regret having stolen from him, but you do regret that such an easy mark was placed in front of you today. If he were luckier, he wouldn’t have run into you on your way out.A jolt of pain similar to the one you felt in your hand shot slammed into your chest. You nearly doubled over in shock.“Are you sure you’re alright?” he asked, clearly afraid of letting go of your hand.“Yeah, I…I don’t feel too good, doc.” you groaned, not having to fake any of the pain you felt. Something was seriously wrong with you.“Do you need a doctor? Would you like me to take a look at-?”“No. I’m just gonna go get some air, if you don’t mind sir.” you said, letting go of his hand and hobbling out of the lab. You could feel everyone’s eyes on your back, wondering and speculating about what had happened to you. But you weren’t worried about any of that right now. You needed a place to lay low…and lie down. You really did feel like shit.Where will you go?>Your apartment. You like to keep a low profile.>Your hideout. You don’t like staying in one place for too long.>Your gang’s hideout. You know you’ll be safe there.>The vacant house of a vacationing young couple. Breaking into people’s houses is a bit of a guilty pleasure for you at this point.>Your parent’s place. They won’t ask too many questions.>Write-in.
>>5153238>Your hideout. You don’t like staying in one place for too long.
>>5153227...Oh my god I didn’t realize that.>>5153238>The vacant house of a vacationing young couple. Breaking into people’s houses is a bit of a guilty pleasure for you at this point.Crime! YEAH!!!
>>5153238>Your hideout. You don’t like staying in one place for too longSome private place to rest should be good, but also a place where we won't get some random visit
>>5153253I like the idea of a criminal Spiderman, but honestly i'm not so much into the idea of mindlessly doing crime like a retard.
>>5153238>The vacant house of a vacationing young couple. Breaking into people’s houses is a bit of a guilty pleasure for you at this point.Lets leave all the lights on in their house while they are away too so their electricity bill goes bonkers.
>>5153259Bold of you not thinking each spider has one retarded they do.
>>5153238>>The vacant house of a vacationing young couple. Breaking into people’s houses is a bit of a guilty pleasure for you at this point.
>>5152832Remind me. This is the Spiderman from some alternate dimension that was buddy-bro to Wolverine, which is why he's no-nonsense and kills people. Pure, unfiltered Spiderman, hold the quips.Confirm/deny?
>>5153278Yeah, this is Assassin Spider-Man. He was trained by Wolverine and ended up becoming an unstoppable killing machine. His Spider Sense became so developed that he was basically able to thwart anyone that was having negative thoughts towards him. I honestly feel bad for people like Rhino and Vulture, who have exposed faces in their super suits. Never stood a chance.>>5153259An important thing to keep in mind that Spider-Man's journey to maturity never really ends. The lessons that this character learns is up to you, and the dice. A life of crime is how he begins his career. It's possible that things might change in the future.>>5153253>>5153268>>5153274Writing...
>>5153259Agreed. We need a proper criminal/"evil" quest that isn't lolsorandumbMC for once.>>5153285Yuuuuuup! That's the ticket! Imagine Assassin Spiderman with the black suit. I know in one universe he keeps it and rejects everyone else like a boss, but Assassin Spidey + black suit? OP pls nerf, Marvel. Am I right?
Feeling thankful that it wasn’t terribly far from the lab, you took a taxi to the vacant house of a vacationing young couple that you’d been scoping out. According to the cameras you had installed, they haven’t returned yet. You knew that you should be worried about them coming back ahead of schedule, but the woman was so active on social media that you got hourly reports on whatever she was up to. You were subscribed to her profile, so you’d be the first to know if she and her hubby were on their way back home. This, of course, came with its downsides. Your phone was often flooded with worthless notifications and status updates from your account.Once you’d gotten out of the cab, you made sure that the couple’s neighbors weren’t outside or peeking through their windows. You practically had to drag yourself through the front door. Your vision was getting blurry, and you ended up turning on all the lights as you made your way to the bedroom. You’d have to remember to turn them off so no one made any calls to the couple in question. But as far as your research told you, these two weren’t terribly close to their neighbors. As far as everyone else knew, you were their housesitter.Pushing these thoughts out of your head, you stripped yourself of your clothes and tossed them around the room, before plopping down into the queen-sized bed, face-first.Even without any clothes, you were sweating profusely. That damn spider must’ve given you something. You’ll have to check the…medicine cabinet in the…bathroom…later…Soon enough, you weren’t aware of anything at all. Your conscious thoughts ceased to be, and you drifted off in a very, very deep sleep.[You’ve gained 2 Mutation Points]Mutations:>Retractable Stingers: You have a pair of retractable dagger-like protrusions that can pop out of your wrists and surprise your foes.>Mark of Kaine: Your sticky fingers can do more than cling to walls. You gain the ability to burn, maim and tear away at physical surfaces. It is also possible to leave burning and explosive marks upon physical contact.>Acid Spit: You have an acid gland in your throat that can produce a lethal toxin capable of eating through rock and metal.>Organic Webbing: You have the ability to produce and fire webs from your wrists. The amount and quality of said webs can vary based on your health and the nutritional value of your diet.>Venom Blast: You have the ability to produce and project intense bursts of bioelectric energy.>Pest Control: You can control and communicate with spiders in the surrounding area.(I imagine that this will be the most divisive vote so far. In an effort to spice up the combat options, I'm providing you guys with the ability to obtain mutations. If anyone has a reasonable suggestion for a mutation, I will consider it. Just try to keep things reasonable. And no, I won't let you turn invisible like Miles.)
>>5153329>Mark of Kaine: Your sticky fingers can do more than cling to walls. You gain the ability to burn, maim and tear away at physical surfaces. It is also possible to leave burning and explosive marks upon physical contact.>Organic Webbing: You have the ability to produce and fire webs from your wrists. The amount and quality of said webs can vary based on your health and the nutritional value of your diet.Did you say explosive?
>>5153329>>Organic Webbing: You have the ability to produce and fire webs from your wrists. The amount and quality of said webs can vary based on your health and the nutritional value of your diet.>Pest Control: You can control and communicate with spiders in the surrounding area.
>>5153329>Mark of Kaine: Your sticky fingers can do more than cling to walls. You gain the ability to burn, maim and tear away at physical surfaces. It is also possible to leave burning and explosive marks upon physical contact.>Acid Spit: You have an acid gland in your throat that can produce a lethal toxin capable of eating through rock and metal.Does this also mean we can also eat literally almost anything and not die?
>>5153364+1 Honestly, I wouldn't choose the Organic Webbing unless we choose the background of thinkering to make the web shooters, but in case we don't choose it we can also deviate a lot more from the "normal" imaginery of Spiderman and not worrying about that at all.Also QM, we will gain more mutations in the future? Maybe via great events or achievements? Or are we stuck with these the rest of the Quest WITHOUT improve them?If that's the case then I might choose other mutations
>>5153366+1 we need webs because I don't think the background we chose would know how to make them otherwise, and talking to spiders could be invaluable for information gathering
>>5153415Most of the things that you'd get after this would be gear, but it is possible to gain more mutations in the future. I'll try to tone them down a bit, since I want this character to be recognizable as Spider-Man.If you want to abstain and save your points, that's up to you.
>>5153364+1 Gotta say this is an great combination because of “Sticky Fingers” ability. Maybe with we can tear the walls as we go down so we can slide in style. Also would be useful breaking out of restraints, which is always nice.
>>5153438Damn... Okay, now i'm between the one I choose and >>5153366 because it would be something nice to make some Spiderman Crime Mastermind that uses spiders for info gathering and such.But also, O really like the idea of messing and try experimenting with the Mark of Kaine. Like I imagined shit like doing tiny Marks of the sice of a thumb so it can shoot like some tall and thin flame, or even put a ton of those in various places and confuse the enemies with sudden little and inoffensive explosions
>>5153459Fuck, didn't updateWell fuck it, we're a JoJo reference now
>>5153459That's interesting, but what if it can be used like pt2 JoJo with his little balls.
>>5153461>>5153472There are some VERY interesting things you can do with this ability if you experiment enough.
What we going for here? Crook with a heart of gold? Or full commit to the edge?
>>5153484Well I want to just be the asshole Spidey, like steal an non essential organ and sell it on the black market kind of douchebag.
>>5153484I'm thinking full edge since most spider-people are genuinely nice and respectable people, the spiderverse needs to be evened out with a complete asshole.
>>5153484I say asshole trying to gain some money and make a living but still helping in the more fucked up situations.Like beating drug dealers that sells to kids, child molesters and that kind of shit. The rest is just being an asshole
>>5153501But that's cuz they are pretty much cursed to do good, isn't being evil spidey tempting fate?
>>5153484An a*shole, a complete rat of a human being. I guess we can have a tiny bit of gold though, like saving some people here and there.
What is your guys stance on our spider being able to murder? Will he be the kind of spider who only wounds people with guns and his fists or will he just splatter their brains on the wall like paint on a canvas?
>>5153563Our dude may be a bastard, but he’s the type of bastard who would vomit if he actually killed someone.
When you woke up, you were displeased to find that you and the sheets beneath you were drenched in sweat. But as you tried to pull yourself up, you found that your hand was stuck to your pillow.“What the fuck…?” you muttered, shaking your hand back and forth. The pillow didn’t budge an inch.Okay, you weren’t sweating THAT much. This is ridiculous.You placed your other hand on the underside of the pillow in an attempt to pull it off…only to realize that you’d somehow managed to get that hand stuck too.Feeling a mix of panic and frustration, you jumped out of bed and started pulling. And to your surprise, the pillow tore easily, spreading fluff and cotton everywhere as the ceiling fan spun mercilessly.You were now standing in the middle of the room, completely naked and breathing heavily with pillow fluff covering your hands. But aside from all that, you felt a lot better than you had earlier today. In fact, you can’t remember ever feeling this great. Maybe you ought to go back and ask Doc Connors for a few more of those spiders.Just then, a faint, sizzling sound drew you away from your thoughts. It smelled like something was burning, but you didn’t remember putting anything in the oven.Tracing the smell to its source, you were horrified to discover that the sound and the smell was coming from your hands!“Oh! Oh!” you shouted, waving your hands around as you rushed to the bathroom and ran cold water over your hands. Despite that, however, the pillow fluff seemed to turn to ash in your hands. By some miracle, you weren’t in any pain at all. Sure, you felt a subtle warmth rising up out of your palms, but it wasn’t anything worth crying over.As you breathed a sigh of relief, your gaze drifted upwards to meet your reflection in the mirror. Is that...you? You don’t ever remember being this handsome. Or this CUT!You went to the gym every once in a while, and your diet is questionable at best, but right now you’ve got the physique of a professional athlete. It’s not a gross amount of muscle, either. The best words you can think of to describe it would be “lithe”, or “aesthetically pleasing”.But what about…You glanced down, and nodded with appreciation. You’ve grown a few inches in other places too.The situation was so ridiculous that you had to laugh. Who knew that a spider bite could give you instant abs and a performance boost.You leaned your hands against the wall and leaned in to examine your facial features some more. You tried to lean back a bit, and cursed outwardly as soon as you realized your mistake.Right. Sticky fingers.With a surprising lack of effort, you managed to pull your hands back…along with a solid chunk of the bathroom wall.“Cheap fuckin’ prefabricated houses…” you growled, as you attempted to pry one piece of plaster off with the other. You had little success in this endeavor, but your spirits were lifted when you heard a familiar sizzling sound coming from your hands.(Cont.)
Feeling somewhat prepared for this, you approached to bathroom sink to-BOOMA deafening explosion sent you flying backwards into the adjacent wall, crumbling the tiles along the shower wall and pulling the curtain down around your head. Involuntarily, your hand flew up…and something like a rope or a string shot out of your wrist, and pulled the ceiling down on top of you.It hurt, but probably not as much as it should have.You removed the curtain, surveying the damage as you tried not to choke on the plaster and dust permeating the air. The mirror was busted, and so was the sink. You had a feeling that the shower was unusable too.>”Thank GOD this isn’t my house…!”>”What the hell is happening to me…?”>”Maybe I should’ve let the Doc take a look at me.”>Glance down at your newly improved equipment. “I guess I won’t be touching you anytime soon.”>”Okay, I’d like to wake up now. I’ve had enough of this fever dream.”>Write-in.
>>5153595>Glance down at your newly improved equipment. “I guess I won’t be touching you anytime soon.”QUIPS QUIPS QUIPS
>>5153595>”Thank GOD this isn’t my house…!”
>>5153595>Glance down at your newly improved equipment. “I guess I won’t be touching you anytime soon.”
>>5153595>>”Thank GOD this isn’t my house…!”
>>5153595>”Thank GOD this isn’t my house…!”>Glance down at your newly improved equipment. “I guess I won’t be touching you anytime soon.”Why not both?
>>5153621I'm down for a combo. Really lean into this Spideys asshole nature.
>>5153602>>5153603>>5153609>>5153612>>5153621You're getting a combo meal!Writing...
You just sat there for a minute, rapidly blinking dust and dirt out of your eyes. God dammit! It’s in your nose too!“Thank GOD this isn’t my house…!” you said, in a sort of rasping, laughing cough. Then, you looked down at your newly enlarged equipment, and your amusement faded. “I guess I won’t be touching you anytime soon.”—--After cleaning up a bit, you somehow managed to towel yourself off and get dressed without tearing your clothes or blowing yourself up again. It finally sank in, then. Something was seriously wrong with you.The free abs and Viagra treatment are pretty awesome, but everything else is a bit shitty. You can’t go around tearing chunks out of walls and blowing people to bits in broad daylight.You had a feeling that the mutant spider had something to do with this sudden metamorphosis. If the webs pouring out of your wrists wasn’t evidence enough, you were confident that that was the cause.If you could find a way to make these new abilities work in your favor, there was a good chance that there was some good money to be made from this.But as eager as you were to test these powers out, you needed a little pick-me up to jumpstart your brain a bit. Here’s where you find out if you can manage to grab a single cup of coffee without alerting The Avengers or the Fantastic Four.Fingers crossed.—---The walk to the coffee shop was fraught with terror and anxieties most unspeakable. Whenever someone got a little too close to you, you found yourself jumping back out of reflex. This, for obvious reasons, prompted more than a few odd looks. It might’ve made you look stupid, or high, but you were in no mood to become glued to any of these freaks.Finally having made it to your destination, you paused before you grabbed the door, pondering the implications of something that you never had to think twice about. Deciding against it, you stood to the side and waited for someone else to leave, allowing you to slip inside with the urgency of Indiana Jones trying to escape the Temple of Doom.Ignoring the looks everyone was giving you, you flexed your hands and approached the counter with as much composure as you could muster. The barista was a cute blonde girl that you’d grown fond of running into when you needed a shot of caffeine. She gave you a pleasant smile, pretending that she hadn’t just witnessed your dramatic entrance.You gave your order, and the woman at the counter asked for your name. First and last. Why the fuck would she need your last name? Are you filling out an application on the coffee cup? Is she gonna ask for your social, next?Whatever. You’re far too paranoid and cranky to even consider arguing right now.What’s your name?>Peter Parker>Ben Reilly>Javier O’hara>Flash Thompson>Write-in.(The name is entirely up to you guys. These are just suggestions.)
As for how edgy you want this new Spidey to be, I'll give you many opportunities to figure out what kind of man you want to be. If you go full edge, there will of course be consequences to your actions.
>>5153751>>Peter ParkerYou mentioned our parents earlier, there's a reason why all the heroic spiders live with their aunt and uncle...
What's our supervillain name gonna be? Spiderman would be a bit boring I think, I was thinking we could have one that misleads people into thinking we have powers that we don't, so they'll be surprised when we web their face or explode their balls off. Maybe something like Mind Freak or Crusher. Although now that I think about it The Freak would be a pretty good name...
>>5153751I wonder how being Ben Parker would play I mean think of how that would work if we get to see another universes Peter. Never mind eventually getting Peter, maybe raise him as a loyal pawn, or are little crime buddy.
>>5153751>Peter ParkerThe shitty anti-hero universe one.
>>5153751>Ben ParkerConvoluted flow of time and all that.
>>5153799Its gotta keep with the spider them.Manspider? Maybe not.Arachnid? Arachno? Maybe.Tarantula?Venom? I like venom.
>>5153751Changing vote to Ben Parker. Time to adopt Peter Parker or raise a kid.
>>5153799What about something like Flaming Balls, just think of the jokes. Maybe Mutation?>>5153818+1
>>5153823>>5153813Sounds interesting. I love it.>>5153818Make the right choices, meet the right people, and I'll let you do exactly that.Writing...
>>5153823As far as a super thief name goes? What about Sticky-Fingers?Yeah it's doofy, but it's also fits well with our powers and attitude.
Also, I had an idea for a name if you went with the Mark of Kaine mutation. The name "Redback" comes to mind. Kinda like a Redback Spider. They look similar to Black Widows.This is just a suggestion, though.
>>5153751>Cream DhoaI for one go for the Doughnut Steel approach, mainly because the guy a picture in my head looks nothing like Peter Parker. But I guess this could be one of those alternate dimension where we’re only Peter Parker in nameWait never mind, changing my vote>Ben Parker>>5153758To be honest, no edge. We’re just a silly crime guy, not some murdering as*hat.
>>5153831That sounds great. I mean it's the full package, sex implications, JoJo reference, and straight to the point. I love it. Plus jokes about sticky situations, can't forget that.
>>5153814>>5153823What about Freakshow? Rampage?... Nevermind, I like >>5153836 moreI'm already imagine the costume: black with some simple patron of red in the back that goes to the front and to our arms and legs, and the mask follow the red of our back into two red spikes that can look like fangs
>>5153830Deal>>5153836Redback works for our masked crusader persona.
What our plan for when we fucking around in our costume? Are we gonna rob bank, or are we going to stop some robbers? We're not exactly tied down by work, a relationship, or college, so we have a shit ton of free time.I personally want to buddy up with the police so they let us use their confiscation lockers. Imagine all the guns and evil villain shit they get to take away on the regular.
>>5153867Would only work once to get their stuff, plus why do it when we could always sneak in there, and get it ourselves. Plus we could rob people, and robbers. Be indiscriminate.
>>5153867Why don't we steal from rich folks and live like a fucking king?We could also make a name for ourselves and become a hired thief. There's no shortage of shit that people willing to shell out for that sort of thing.
>>5153872>>5153880I personally like the Robinhood approach. Steal from the rich, give to the poor, but keep some of the cash for ourself. We should do our homework to find who's worth stealing from, and who's too much a scumback for the general public to honestly care about.My money is on big Oil, tobacco, and this world's equivalent of Amazon.
“Ben Parker.” you said, trying your best to hide your annoyance.The young woman flashed her workplace smile again and headed off to relay your order to another employee.You briefly considered taking out your phone to pass the time, but memories of you tearing down the bathroom walls halted that action before it had any hopes of becoming a reality.Luckily, you didn’t have to wait long. The cute barista(or “Alice”, as her name tag said) handed you your coffee, and you left after paying her a little more than the coffee was worth. On any other day, you would’ve choked on the thought of overpaying for overpriced coffee. But since you couldn’t control your powers, you didn’t want to touch your money anymore than you had to. You could practically feel her beaming at you as you walked out the door. You win this round, “Alice” Next time, you won't be such a generous tipper.—---After returning “home”, you gathered your belongings and headed back out the door almost as fast. Since this wasn’t your first rodeo, you already had a go-bag prepared, just in case you needed a hasty retreat.You weren’t worried that the home-owners would return from their vacation ahead of schedule. But you were keenly aware of the fact that you made a shit ton of noise this morning. If anyone heard that and decided to call the police, you’d be in deep shit.After gathering your belongings and wiping your prints off of the doorknobs and faucet, you headed back out. It was time to find out what you were capable of.—--Standing on the rooftop of an apartment building several miles away from your hideout, you glanced around to see if anyone was watching. Just in case, you wore a red ski mask and a pair of black gloves.A cool breeze brushed against your neck and you looked up suddenly, not wanting to ignore any possibilities.Nothing. The coast was clear.Normally, you wouldn’t give a shit about who, or what, might be flying above you. But buried deep within the countless Twitter notifications that you usually ignore, you found a news article about “Vulture-like creatures” swooping down and preying on vulnerable or injured folk.Sounds like bullshit to you, but then again, you’re also the one who gained superpowers from a spider bite. It was almost funny, but you were a bit too freaked out to laugh.Alright. Enough stalling. It’s time to get to work.Roll 1d100, bo3!
Rolled 61 (1d100)>>5153888
Rolled 30, 75, 19 = 124 (3d100)>>5153888nice trips
>>5153880We should, but it'll eventually get to boring. Then we make the statements, try to see if we can get the spider bites to others, and then make our own spider gang, or just spider criminal alliance as in I don't step on your shoes. Of course this is after we get good enough to rob the high value targets. Some people have serious security.
Rolled 47 (1d100)>>5153891>>5153888fuck, wrong dice, my bad>>5153892An alliance is
>>5153893Keyboard problems aside, what I meant to say was;An alliance between eventual spider homies isn't a bad idea, but it can go bad very quick.That whole line about honor among thieves only goes as far as not giving them up to the cops. Stealing from each other is fair game, even if there's an agreement in place.
>>515388861 Not the best start, but a good one in my book.
>>5153898still one die left to roll brother, I fucked up my first roll and did 3d100 instead of 1d100
Rolled 57 (1d100)>>5153902Oh okay
>>5153896I personally would prefer to keep the super heroes on the minimum so se dont have any subordinates trying to overthrow us, or going power hungry and doing something dumb.>>5153888Do we have any weapons? Guns? Pistols? Suppressors? Subsonic ammo?
Rolled 72 (1d100)>>5153888
>>5153908I'm with you on the idea of not giving "the bite" to others. I'm sure that trying to sneak someone inside or just taking one of those spiders is going to be a pain in the assIf we just found someone with our powers, i have no problem with being Friends or just, know them I guess.
>>5153891>All 8'sThese are some prophetic numbers.>>5153896>>5153908You'll be able to make your own gang, group, spider-mafia, etc.Also, I'll go over equipment a little later.>>5153893>>5153903Writing...
>>5153911I love the idea that we just enhance Spider-Man’s ability to be chill with a good part of his villains, to us being actual friends with them. I mean it is quite possible we already know Sandman and the Shocker.
>>5153939Well, I mean, maybe not actual friends. Some of Spiderman's villians can really be assholes
>>5153945Doc Oct is actually a pretty nice dude if it wasnt for his tentacles.
>>5153949Ah yes Hentai Man.
>61First and foremost, you need to figure out how to avoid sticking to everything you touch. Your life would get much more difficult if you left a trail of carnage everywhere you went.You started small, attempting to scale up a small concrete wall. Your hands adhered to the flat surface without issue, but your feet wouldn’t stop sliding off. Eventually, you figured out that the material your shoes were made out of was too thick. If the flesh on your hands and feet couldn’t make contact with the surface, it wouldn’t stick.You promptly removed the shoes and was pleased to learn that your feet could stick to surfaces when you were wearing socks. At least you wouldn’t have to run around barefoot if you wanted to use your powers.It was hard to release the hold of your sticky grasp, but you weren’t about to tear them free like last time. Frustrating as it was, you knew you’d never learn anything if you took the easy way out.You closed your eyes, concentrated on your breathing, and tried to ease the tension in your fingers. Surprisingly, it didn’t take much strength to hold up your entire body’s weight with your fingers alone. Taking comfort in this knowledge, you pushed off of the wall.You instantly felt your grip loosen and opened your eyes…only to find yourself flying backwards with impressive speed!Without thinking, you tucked your head towards your chest and pulled your shoulder towards the ground as you broke into a backwards roll. Instantly, you were back on your feet, but the steep drop-off you felt on your heel told you that you were now at the edge of the rooftop.Your arms were flailing around wildly, scrambling to find any purchase or nearby handhold. Then, you remembered what happened in the shower. That web that came out of your hand that time. How did you do that again?Not wanting to waste any more time, you stretched out your hand, and pressed the middle and ring finger into the small of your palm.And against belief, a thin rope of white fluid shot out and caught on a rusty metal pylon. The action managed to successfully arrest your momentum, giving you a moment to catch your breath.Once you pulled yourself up, you resolved to experiment with these webs a bit more.—--Upon initial study, these webs were surprisingly sturdy. They shot out fast, too! Almost as fast as a bullet. And if you concentrated enough, you were able to fire in bursts, giving you little web balls instead of web-lines. You’d have to work on it a bit more later to figure out the full implications to such a technique.Alternatively, you weren’t able to find out anything about that weird explosive thing your hands did. You didn’t have much control over it at the moment. And considering how that was your most pressing concern, this little training session gave you very little comfort.(Cont.)
You walked towards the edge of the rooftop, looking down at the cars and pedestrians passing by, completely unaware of your looming presence. It gave you an exhilarating sense of superiority that you didn’t bother to tamper down.But then, another thought struck you. If these web-lines were as strong as you thought they were, maybe they could be used for more than snagging guys at a distance.Do you dare to take your training to the next level?>Take a leap of faith.(Roll 1d100, bo3!)>Let’s not get ahead of ourselves. Let’s start with testing out your newfound athletic prowess.>Hell no! You’d rip your damn arms off if you tried that.>Write-in.
Rolled 96 (1d100)>>5153955>Take a leap of faith.(Roll 1d100, bo3!)
Rolled 35 (1d100)>>5153955Cue musical motif
Rolled 6 (1d100)>>5153962Holy shit
Rolled 93 (1d100)>>5153955>Take a leap of faith.(Roll 1d100, bo3!)It's time
>>5153962Damn, we pro now
I just realized this would make a great explanation for the whole "great power" speech Ben gives Peter, maybe after a long life of crime he doesn't want the closest thing to a son ever have to resort to the things he's done. To be the hero he never could quite be.
>>5153962>>5153966>>5153970Good shit. Writing...
I just now thought of this but since we're playing as Ben, shouldn't the quest take place sometime in the 70s or 80s? It could add a neat wrinkle into the world, might be more fun than generic modern times. Plus New York would be extra gritty and dangerous, and would play into our character being a criminal.
>>5153980We're an alt. universe Spider Man, so anything goes.
>>5153977Psssht, being a hero is for love, being a dick is where it's at.
>>5153977I like it, i really do>>5153980I honestly hope we are in some modern times and we just got the name because our father wanted to give us Uncle Ben name, or something like we just pull something like the "real" Peter Parker is our father, his story went normal like if he never got bit by the spider and now as his son we just got the powers.But honestly yeah, just being a kid with some things similar with the original Peter but with different name would be ok, I just hope it's in the modern times
>>5153983I mean losers fucking autocorrect.
>>5153983>>5153989No, you were on to something there! Maybe that's what tames Ben's dick-ness, meeting May.
>>5153997Then can there be a relapse if May dies instead of him.
>>5154002Or maybe a asshole power couple?
I'm thinking we should try at least two secret identities one as a hero who can be hired and thus stake out places and one as a criminal
>>5154004We've been a criminal all our life, I'm sure we can sneak into places without being noticed.
>96You took another step towards the edge. And then another. And when the tip of your foot was hovering over thin air, you took a deep breath. Several deep breaths, actually.Going against all instincts, you glanced down and felt your head start to spin. This is stupid. This is seriously the dumbest fucking thing you’ve ever done, and you’ve gotten into a brawl with Flint Marco before. Absolute mountain of a man, that guy.But as much as your brain was screaming at you to step off of that ledge, backing down now felt…wrong to you, somehow. This was obviously a terrible, stupid idea.Hearing some commotion from below, you looked down once more to see a group of people gathering around the building and pointing up at you. Fuck!Some of them were shouting now, begging for you to step down and struggling to convince you that you had “so much to live for”. Feeling your nerves get the better of you, you stepped down and backed away from the ledge.The crowd below exploded into uproarious applause, but that feeling quickly changed to terror when they saw a masked man leaping over the edge. Later, onlookers from a nearby building would testify that the masked man only stepped down so he could get a running start. When questioned further, several of them swore that the man screamed “LET’S FUCKING GOOOOO!” as he went over.—For a brief, magical moment, you were flying. Your body felt weightless as the shackles of gravity fell from your limbs. It was breathtaking.But, this was only a fleeting feeling. For your period of weightlessness ended with you plummeting towards the pavement. People screamed and ran for cover, praying that your blood splatter wouldn’t touch them or their cars. You’d certainly hate to be a bother once your brain spilled out all over the sidewalk.And it was then that the fear coursing through your veins was flushed out by pure, unfiltered adrenaline. You stretched your hand out and pointed it at a nearby building. You pressed down on your palm, shot out a web-line and let it fly.Despite the speed of your rapid descent and the traveling speed of your webshot, you felt as if everything was moving in slow-motion. You could see everything. The people screaming below you. The birds flying above and away from you. The tiny zipline that had just connected with a solid brick wall.There it is.You pulled, and the direction of your descent changed almost immediately. No, you weren’t falling anymore. You were swinging, like a pendulum!Everyone ducked as you swung by, and a few were taking out their phones. You ignored them, instead focusing on the momentum you were building. You pushed off with your legs, released the webline and let your body go slack as you flipped end over end with your arms spread out. When you started your descent, you fired the next shot, hitting your mark perfectly. You were always a good shot.(Cont.)
This time, you pulled your hands down, letting your legs swing above them as you adopted an awkward posture. At this point, the wind was whipping against your mask so loudly that it drowned out your screams. Unbeknownst to anyone, including yourself, those frightened screams were starting to sound more like excited whooping.The next time you released the line, you fired another to the right, swinging you around a building and putting you into a mad spin at the same time.Seeing the building’s side closing in on you, you released the web line and leapt onto the wall before breaking out into a run alongside the flat surface.You jumped, flung yourself off of a light pole, bounded off another and rolled onto the top of a passing bus. You leapt once more, snagging a nearby building with your webline and using your superhuman strength to pull yourself higher into the air.This was insane! You had no idea how you were doing any of this, but you never wanted it to end. Your head was strangely clear at this moment. It would seem that the act of swinging on a web like a vine was satisfying enough to placate you in a primal kind of way.You performed an acrobatic twist in mid-air, almost failing to notice your phone sliding out of your pocket.“Shit!”Without breaking stride, you reached down and snagged your cell with an aimed webshot. You managed to pull it back up into your hand just in time for you to use your free hand to spring off of a metal railing.At a glance, you noticed that you were getting a call. And it was Flint Marco!>Find a place to safely land and answer it.>Answer it immediately. You and Flint have been drinking buddies ever since that bar brawl incident.>Send him straight to voicemail. He’ll hate you for it, but you’re enjoying yourself right now.>Write-in.
>>5154019>Find a place to safely land and answer it.Somehow I feel like we'll get a ticket for swinging while on the phone.
>>5154025Then we should better well earn that ticket, tricks and everything in the air. Really show off all the while in a phone call.
>>5154019>Find a place to safely land and answer it.Never leave a bro hanging.
>>5154028>>5154025We should be thankful we dont live in the UK>Oi oi oi! You blok got uh loiscense fo' all tha'd swingin?
>>5154019>Answer it immediately. You and Flint have been drinking buddies ever since that bar brawl incident.
>>5154019>>Find a place to safely land and answer it.
>>5154019>Find a place to safely land and answer it.
>>5154019>>Answer it immediately. You and Flint have been drinking buddies ever since that bar brawl incident.4j2k4
>>5154100>Organic Webbing>Mark of KaineThis is immediately where my mind went when I say the combo.https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=8CTXwFPiDXI
Seeing Flint’s name on your screen, you reluctantly swung onto an open rooftop and answered his call.“Hey, Flint! How’s it going, man?” you said, feeling a bit more chipper than usual.“Benny? Why’re you out of breath like that? Were you running just now?” Flint asked in his usual Brooklyn accent.“No, yeah, I just went out for a jog.” you said, trying to catch your breath. “Gets the blood pumping, you know?”Flint scoffed. “Whatever, man. Look, I wanted to make you an offer.”“What kind of offer?”“The kind that leads to us making loads of cash for a single night’s worth of work.”You could practically see him rubbing his fingers together as he said that.“You didn’t answer the question, Flint.” you said, a bit of ice creeping into your tone.“Relax, Benny! This is a sure thing, I tell ya’! Alls we have to do is stop a truck from reaching its destination.” he explained.“Who does the truck belong to?”Why is it so hard for him to provide basic details about a job?“Oscorp. We hear this one’s gonna be carrying some major tech. The boss is paying us big time to stop it and grab whatever we can. Sounds simple, right?”“Who’s ‘the boss’, Flint?” you asked through gritted teeth, reaching the end of your wits.“Get this! We’re being hired by Tombstone himself!”>”Whoa whoa whoa! THE Tombstone? Are you sure you didn’t get the name wrong, or something? It wouldn't be the first time.”>”Send the details over to me, because you are terrible at debriefing.”>”I don’t know, Flint. I don’t think we can trust Tombstone not to screw us over on this one.”>”I might know a guy who can help you out on this one. He’s new, but he gets the job done.(+Alibi)>”This is our chance, pal. After this job, no one’s gonna be able to call us small-time anymore.”>Write-in.
Apologies for the late update. Got wrapped up in something else. Gonna head to bed for a bit and update when I wake up.
>>5154159>”I might know a guy who can help you out on this one. He’s new, but he gets the job done.(+Alibi)>”Send the details over to me, because you are terrible at debriefing.”You're a good friend just damn it's like pulling teeth with you some times.
>>5154159>>”Send the details over to me, because you are terrible at debriefing.”
>>5154159>”Send the details over to me, because you are terrible at debriefing.”
>>5154159>”I might know a guy who can help you out on this one. He’s new, but he gets the job done.(+Alibi)>”Send the details over to me, because you are terrible at debriefing.”
>>5154159>>”I might know a guy who can help you out on this one. He’s new, but he gets the job done.(+Alibi)
>>5154159>”This is our chance, pal. After this job, no one’s gonna be able to call us small-time anymore.”Still riding high off the adrenaline, this is the answer I would make.
Idk anons, I think it's not the best idea of using our other Persona just like that. People already recorded us with their phones in broad daylight, and if we got recorded by some security camera then there's a connection made and maybe some other meta-human will come to stop us before we're a bigger problem.It might be a little late for saying this, but I say we should stay with our normal identity and try to not use so much out power. Maybe using clothes a but larger than we should use to hide the muscles and all
>>5154277>People already recorded us with their phones in broad daylightWhen we were swinging we had a mask on so it doesn't really matter that they recorded us, we were gonna be seen swinging eventually anyway.
“I might know a guy who can help you out on this one. He’s new, but he gets the job done.” you said, not being able to prevent the smug grin from spreading across your face.“A new guy!? We get the chance to work with Tombstone hisself, and you try to hoist a new guy off on me?” Flint asked, sounding incredulous now. “I passed this info along for a reason, Benny. I need people at my back that I can rely on.”“And I’m telling you, this guy is reliable. I wouldn’t have recommended him otherwise. This kid’s got the stuff, Marko.”“Uh-huh.” Flint replied, not sounding completely convinced yet. “Don’t get me wrong, Benny. I love a good underdog story more than anyone, but do you really think this line of work is right for this kid? How’s he act under pressure? When the time comes, can he pull the trigger?”You remain silent for a moment. What should you tell him? What’s the “new guy’s” policy on killing?>”Don’t you worry your pretty little head about that, Marko. Our guy can pull the trigger, no problem.”>”He tends to disable rather than kill, but he’s effective enough.”>”That depends on who he’s taking down. Scumbags get it bad, but gray-collar workers and pedestrians get a pass.”>”He’s strict on the no killing rule.”>Write-in.(I'll include the other dialogue option after this vote.)
>>5154315>”That depends on who he’s taking down. Scumbags get it bad, but gray-collar workers and pedestrians get a pass.”
>>5154315>”Don’t you worry your pretty little head about that, Marko. Our guy can pull the trigger, no problem.”
>>5154315>That depends on who he’s taking down. Scumbags get it bad, but gray-collar workers and pedestrians get a pass.”
“That depends on who he’s taking down. Scumbags get it bad, but gray-collar workers and pedestrians get a pass.” you said. You’re not entirely against killing, but you sleep better at night knowing that the guy who bought it had it coming.“Hm. I appreciate the honesty.” Flint said, sounding a bit more comfortable with the idea. “Can he shoot?”“Yeah, he’s a good shot.” you said, not feeling any need to downplay your own abilities.“Can he crack?”You laughed wickedly at that. “Yeah, he can crack. Wanna go a couple of rounds with him and find out for yourself?”Flint let out a humorless laugh in reply. “Let’s hope it doesn’t come to that. For both of your sakes, I mean.”“You worry too much, man. Our guy’ll pull through. Trust me.” you argued.Marko was silent for a moment, but then you heard him utter a groaning sigh. “Just don’t screw me on this Benny. We can’t afford to miss out on a score this big.”“I promise, you won’t regret this. Now, send the details over to me. No offense pal, but you are terrible at debriefing.” you said.“Alright, alright-”“I mean, really. It’s like pulling teeth, sometimes-”“I get it! Sending it now.” he growled.After confirming his claim, you nodded in satisfaction and downloaded the file to your phone.“Just got it. Much appreciated, partner.”“Yeah yeah. Just make sure your guy is ready and waiting at the meeting spot in four days, got it?” Flint said.Four days, huh? That’s more time than you expected for a job like this. In order for Tombstone to hire a mook like Marko, he must need someone expendable.“Sounds good. Let me know how he does after the job’s done.”“Heh. Believe me, pal. You’ll be the first to hear about it.” Flint grumbled. You didn’t miss the underlying threat in that statement, but you didn’t take offense. This was just how you and the big guy spoke to each other when business was involved.You hung up first, sliding your phone into your back pocket and mapping out a game plan for the prep phase. You’ve got your work cut out for you.—-----The following day, you found a few buyers for the industrial strength drill and wristwatch that you got from Doc Connors. All in all, you should have a little over $4,000 right now. Honestly, Flint’s offer came at just the right time. Your funds were running a bit low.Taking stock of your inventory, you came to realize that you might need better gear for this job. Currently, all you had was a single handgun, a few magazines, a knife, a taser, some zip-ties and some duct tape.And then there was the matter of your “disguise”. You sort of look like a homeless purse snatcher right now. Maybe you could put some money towards upgrading your wardrobe.(Cont.)
What will you buy?>Additional handgun($800)>Additional magazines($30 each)>Lightweight tactical gear($800)>Throwing knives($60 each)>Frag Grenade($100 each)>Flashbang Grenade($55 each)>Smart watch w/Bluetooth($450)>Write-in.(Suggest something, and I'll price it.)Current holdings: $4350
>>5154377>5 additional magazines 120$>Silencer for the gun >Light tac gear 800$>Leather gloves>5 Throwing knives 300$>2 Frag grenades>Burner phone/comms headset
>>5154377>Lightweight tactical gear($800)>Additional handgun($800)>Additional magazines($30 each) X4>Frag Grenade($100 each) X6>Smart watch w/Bluetooth($450)>Flashbang Grenade($55 each) X2Which is $2,880 if I'm not mistaken>write inHow much would it be for a pair of high-end/Military grade walkie-talkies?Also I'm thinking we order something like pic related to wear for the robbery from the black market. How much would that cost us?
>>5154377>Additional Handgun (800) >Lightweight Tactical Gear (800) >Additional Magazines (150, five in total) >Flashbangs (165, three in total) >Frag Grenade (500, five in total)>Smart watch w/Bluetooth (450) >Throwing Knives (300, five in total) >Silencer for the gun (if cheap enough, get two of 'em)
>>5154377>Additional handgun($800)>Additional magazines($30 each) x3>Lightweight tactical gear($800)>Throwing knives($60 each) x2>Smart watch w/Bluetooth($450)>Burner phone/comms headset
>>5154387The walkie-talkies would be about $180, each. The headgear in your pic would probably come to about $340. Silencers would go for about $560.
>>5154377>write-ina vehicle to stop the truck or at least slow down the truck. barely more than a working 4 wheels and a motor from a chop shop.just stage an accident on the road where the truck can't pass easily. That is if we know the path it'll take. This wouldn't work as easily in the street.What kind of security can we expect?
>>5154395How much to thread the barrel of our pistol, or purchase a pistol with a threaded barrel so we can screw on a supressor?How much for sub-sonic ammo?
>>5154395How much for an upgraded costume, a length of rope to use as a garrote, piano wire to use as a killing garrot, and body armor?
Rolled 3 (1d10)>>5152685
Thoughts about buying platform shoes to change our height a little bit and make it harder to recognize us outside of the costume?
>>5154404I'll save you some time and detail the specifics of the job.Three vehicles will be provided. All three have sufficient horsepower and ramming capabilities. You have been supplied with the estimated route that the supply truck will take, as well as information regarding the security outfit that Oscorp hired to protect their interests.They go by Blackbird Security, and will be expected to have at least two escort vehicles with eight mercenaries in total.Chokepoints have been specifically pointed out for the purpose of ambushing and cutting off escape routes. Blackbird's vehicles are heavier and stronger than yours. You may ram them, but it wouldn't be wise to let them ram you. Don't worry about disabling their APC's. So long as you can stop the supply truck, they'll stay behind to defend it.Expect heavy firepower and heavy resistance. You must supply your own gear.>>5154411$120 per barrel>>5154417If you want an upgraded costume, you'll have to specify the design and the materials that would be used in its creation. Buying tactical gear is less time consuming than putting in a custom order for a costume. If you would like to do so now and pick it up in the future, pitch me a design. The tactical gear comes with body armor. The piano wire would likely go for $15 if you wanted a short length of it, and price of rope is negligible.
>>5154423I say some boots would be okay for that, right?>>5154370>Additional handgun($800)>Additional magazines($30 each)>Lightweight tactical gear($800)>Throwing knives($60 each)>Smart watch w/Bluetooth($450)>Write-in-Some hand-free comms-Some boots or sport black shoes with some platform-some new clothes for the heist (nothing expensive of course, just something so Flint doesn't connect the dots with what we usally wear-some bandages-
>>5154395>>5154390 Two silencers then. That should consume most of the money we have but hey. Best to stay quiet until we need to pull out the big guns.
>>5154450Yeah, we need silencers
>>5154395>Lightweight tactical gear($800)>Additional handgun($800)>Additional magazines($30 each) X4>Frag Grenade($100 each) X6>Smart watch w/Bluetooth($450)>Flashbang Grenade($55 each) X2>The headgear ($340)> Silencer ($560) X2The walkie-talkies ($180) X2=4,340saves us 10 bucks.
>>5154450>>5154455Why do we need two though?Suppressors, not silencers. Because they're not 100% silent? Even with sub sonic's they still make some noise.
From what I'm gathering, so far we have:>Additional handgun($800)>Additional magazines x 5($120)>Light tac gear($800)>Throwing knives x 3($180)>Frag grenades x 3 ($300)>Smart watch w/Bluetooth($450)>Burner phone($5)>Silencer x 2($1,120)Which roughly comes out to $3,775.Raise your hand if you want to spring for the headgear, subsonic rounds, spare clothes, combat boots, etc.
Oh whoops. Forgot to add on $240 for barrel threading. That brings us to $4,015.
>>5154491>headgearyay>subsonic rounds, spare clothes, combat bootsnay
Alright, I'll be nice and knock a few dollars off of the throwing knives. With the addition of headgear, your remaining cash is $30. If anyone wants to argue this matter. Do so before I post the next update.Writing...
>Additional handgun($800)>Additional magazines x 5($120)>Light tac gear($800)>Throwing knives x 3($150)>Frag grenades x 3 ($300)>Smart watch w/Bluetooth($450)>Burner phone($5)>Barrel threading ($240)>Silencer x 2($1,120)>Headgear($340)With all that out of the way, you’ve got about $30 left. It was a painfully meager amount that left you regretting how much you tipped Alice at that coffee shop, but you're more than capable of scraping by. Especially when you've got these cool new Spider powers to make use of.Acquiring the equipment and fitting the tac gear to your well chiseled body proved to be easy enough. Your contacts were a bit annoyed with you after you put in such a large, expedited order, but they quickly changed their tone once you flashed a little green. All in all, it only took about three days, leaving you the fourth day to rest, plan and prepare.From the looks of it, Tombstone’s bringing along quite a few people. They didn’t disclose any information about your new crew, but you distinctly remembered the file mentioning someone operating under the codename “Beetle”.You weren’t sure if that was supposed to mean anything to you, but you guessed that Tombstone meant for it to be reassuring.Feeling slightly impatient, you began pacing around the warehouse. Your new boots wouldn’t allow you to stick to walls with your feet, but they would work towards hiding your identity from Flint.Seeing yourself in the mirror now, you couldn’t help but admire the quality of the gear you chose. It wouldn’t do much to stop an energy bolt, but you doubted the enemy had anything that destructive. If they did, Tombsy wouldn’t be sending you after them. At least, you hoped that was the case.You ran your hands down the sleek bulletproof mask, and double checked your equipment pouches, testing them to see if they would remain closed when you were hanging upside down.Everything looked to be in working order. If everything went as planned, your debut as a super crook would go off without a hitch.How would they see you? What will they call you? You hoped that you got a better codename than “Beetle” after this.That being said, your outfit could use a splash of color. You’d like to be remembered as something more than a gray blob. Should you spend some time decorating it?>Paint a Spider symbol on the chest.>Paint an intricate webbed pattern on your arms and legs.>Airbrush(or spray paint) your tac gear. (Which colors will you use?)>On second thought, you’d better not. Stealth will be an important factor in this mission.>Write-in.
>>5154578>On second thought, you’d better not. Stealth will be an important factor in this mission.
>>5154578>On second thought, you’d better not. Stealth will be an important factor in this mission.I prefer unaffiliated criminal persona, and one super hero persona.
>>5154578>On second thought, you’d better not. Stealth will be an important factor in this missionAfter this mission, once we get paid and can buy more materials and such, then we will think in adding color
>>5154578>On second thought, you’d better not. Stealth will be an important factor in this mission.Let's save the fancy costumes for later.
>>5154615>Organic Webbing: You have the ability to produce and fire webs from your wrists. The amount and quality of said webs can vary based on your health and the nutritional value of your diet.If we go on a really healthy diet, we could maybe start using our webbing as costume material.
>>5154578>On second thought, you’d better not. Stealth will be an important factor in this mission.Style is great and all, but professionalism is more important right now.
>>5154578>>On second thought, you’d better not. Stealth will be an important factor in this mission.The Hunstman spider can be brown and grey. I'd say that's a good one to theme around, no?
>>5154578>On second thought, you’d better not. Stealth will be an important factor in this mission.Black color is best for stealth.
On second thought, you’d better not. Stealth will be an important factor in this mission. Getting paid and not getting shot are both preferable alternatives to looking cool and getting gunned down.To pass the time, you decided to test out your maneuverability with all of this gear weighing you down. To your pleasant surprise, it didn’t seem to make much of a difference. You’re much stronger than you were before you got bit. It was a fact that was made more apparent when you accidentally pulverized a stone pillar while practicing your moves.Forget guns. You could probably kill a man with a single well-placed punch!It looks like you’ve got to work on controlling your own strength in the future.—-----On the day of the heist, you finished setting up your smart watch, Bluetooth and pre-paid phone. The Smart Watch’s primary function was to replace your main phone with a hands free alternative, while the burner phone would be used to contact people while assuming the identity of your criminal persona.And speaking of, it was getting close to the time of the meeting. You’d better get moving.—-----If there was any chance of you getting lost on the way to the meet-up, Flint Marko’s bright green striped shirt eliminated any further possibility of that occurring.He was impatiently waiting outside for you to arrive, not noticing you dangling over his head. Feeling a bit mischievous, you silently dropped to the ground, crept up behind him and tapped him on the shoulder.A faint buzzing sensation tickled the back of your mind. It was almost impossible to ignore.Suddenly, Marko’s body tensed, and he threw back an elbow. You leaned back, narrowly avoiding it by mere inches. Flint’s eyes were wild, scanning his surroundings for any hint of danger. His eyes locked on you for a long moment, and he gave you a considering look.“Chill out, man. I’m the guy that Ben sent. You’re Flint Marko, right?” you said, as casually as possible.Flint’s breathing slowed and his eyes narrowed, but at the very least, he lowered his fists. “Don’t sneak up on me like that! Next time I won’t be so nice.” he growled.You nodded, grateful that your mask didn’t betray your lack of fear or remorse. “Noted.”“So you’re the guy, huh?” he asked while crossing his arms. “You’re smaller than I thought you’d be.”“Don’t let the tight suit fool you, pal. I’m packing a loaded weapon down there.” you said, gesturing towards your groin.Marko’s expression shifted between amusement and disgust, and you could tell that he was fighting the urge to smile.“I’ll take your word for it.” Flint said with a shrug. “Come on, they’re about to start.”(Cont.)
He turned and walked towards the warehouse. You followed close behind him. Once inside, you immediately drew the attention of every crook, merc and mook in the room. Some you vaguely recognized, and others were instantly recognizable.Standing in the back of the group was an albino man with African American features. His bulging muscles strained against his tailored suit, and you were surprised to discover that this guy was actually bigger than Marko. It wasn’t often that you saw something like that.And standing a little to his right was a woman wearing a tight, dark green and purple costume. It left very little to the imagination, and you could already see some of the other guys ogling her from afar.You’ve got some time before the meeting actually begins. Would you like to talk to anyone?>Hang back and chat with Flint.>Introduce yourself to the albino. You’ve never met Tombstone in person, but he fits the description.>Approach the masked woman. She’s got one hell of a body.>Remain silent and observe for now.>Write-in.
>>5154849>Introduce yourself to the albino. You’ve never met Tombstone in person, but he fits the description.>Give him a "proper" handshake. Crime bosses appreciate that kinda shit, right?
>>5154849>>Hang back and chat with Flint.
>>5154850Sure, fuck it why not. +1
costume idea for later
>>5154850+1Criminals for life, if we get a hero persona we should abuse it to it's fullest extent! Stealing left and right, crushing our enemies at the heel of our platform boots, or burning alive under our feet!
>>5154913See, I was thinking of a fleece lined jacket and a chest rig over the usual spandex suit.We'd only need to undo our mask and zip up our jacket to look like a civilian that way.Also it kinda bothered me how every superhero in New York zips around in the middle of night I'm nothing but spandex.They must be freezing their nuts off like that, so a jacket at the minimum is a must.
>>5154919I don't think it'll cover our legs though.
>>5154922Hmmm...maybe we could just wear pants? Maybe we could get some reversible ones.
>>5154850>>5154851>>5154854>>5154872>>5154917>>5154918Writing...It'll be interesting to see how deep we get into suit customization.
Anybody up for creating a soft dragons hoard, made out of clothes and stolen stuff that caught our eye? Also there should be pillows, maybe even have a whole room to hang out. Then again staying in one place, and if put in a hideout, well it would take some time getting it all over there.
>>5154919>We'd only need to undo our mask and zip up our jacket to look like a civilian that way.yeah cuz nothing says secret identify like wearing to exact same clothes in both personas
>>5154935I'd say we are more practical than that, and putting everything in one area where it could be found is a bad idea anywaysMaybe make small hideouts where only we can get to? On top of abandoned buildings, unused subway routes, maybe even bury a stash in the park somewhere
>>5154919I'd be down for a jacket, or something like pic rel
>>5154947or a outfit like this.
>>5154919something like Ricochet's costume mixed with the typical spiderman costume could be cool
>>5154947I think our tactical gear would do a nice job of breaking up the colors like the vest on that design.
“Remember, kid. Try to keep your head down and-” Flint said, before realizing that you were already walking away and headed right for Tombstone.You managed to overhear more than a few expletives from Marko before he fell out of earshot. Noticing your approach, some of the more well dressed goons stepped forward to intercept you. Not wanting to offend the man, you stopped in front of them and tilted your head to make eye contact with the big man. His tiny pupils seemed to take in everything about you. Your weapons, your body armor and the confidence with which you carried yourself.Seemingly satisfied with his assessment, he waved a hand and his bodyguards made room for you to approach him.“Tombstone, right? It’s a pleasure to meet you.” you said, extending a hand towards him. The albino took your hand and gripped it. Hard.You returned the gesture by strengthening your own grip, and the look of shock that spread across his face was so priceless that you wished you could’ve printed it onto a coffee mug. He was clearly hoping to scare you by making a power play.“You’re stronger than you look.” he said in a deep, commanding voice. Between each word, you caught glimpses of his razor sharp, shark-like teeth. A lesser man might’ve pissed himself after seeing something like that.“I get that a lot.” you said, releasing your grip. He stared at his hand for a moment, flexed it a few times and returned it to his side. You, on the other hand, were struggling to hide how sore your hand was.“Hm. What did you say your name was?” he asked, eyeing you with a newfound curiosity.>”Me? I’m Spider-Man!”>”I go by 'Huntsman' these days.”>”Just call me 'Redback'.”>”Would you believe me if I said that I was still figuring that out?”>”You first.”>”I didn’t.”>Write-in.
>>5154958>”I go by 'Huntsman' these days.”Makes it sound like we've always got our eyes on the prize. Fits for a career criminal and a talented thief.I'm super self conscious about Sticky Fingers now.
Suit idea that I steal a while back while reading With Great Power Quest, that if I remember correctly it was going to be also a Spider-man QuestI really like the idea of the tactical mask and the goggles sticking out of the mask, some patron of red and black like >>5154913 or >>5154917 with some protection gear or reinforcement in knees, knucles, feet and such
>>5154958>”I go by 'Huntsman' these days.”>"But honestly I'm still thinking in a more permanent name, but I like this so far"
>>5154958>>5154971>Sticky Fingers>SpidermanIt writes itself
>>5154971>>5154981Feel free to add that in as a write-in if you can bear the embarrassment>>5154972That's not bad. I'd probably just swap out the shirt for body armor, or something similar.
>>5154988I just counted that as a vote for la,y purposes.
>>5154988As in I didn't want to do more and write a write in out, but I'm suddenly writing this out...I don't get why. Might me sick or something.
I'm personally digging this one because of how the fur reminds me of Kraven.>>5154971>>5154978>>5154985Taking these. Writing...
>>5154993Mean didn't want to write in myself I need to take a nap now
>>5154958>>”I go by 'Huntsman' these days.”
>>5154998Oh hey, I know the artist on that pic.Crazy bastard is actually trying to make 2 fighting games at the same time.
>>5154958>”I go by 'Huntsman' these days.”
>>5154998That spider suit is sick, if we get the option to eventually configure our suit to look like that I would support it.
>>5154972Please don't bring dogshit into a nice quest like this. This suit looks so generic I could cry, and that fishnet shirt looks faggy too.
>>5152685I thought this was Crusty coming back. Still, neat.
>>5155034You fucking wish.I'm not crying.
>>5155039Me too man.
>>5154958>>”Me? I’m Spider-Man!”
>>5154958>”Just call me 'Redback'.”>>5155025Agreed.
“I go by ‘Huntsman’ these days. I’m still looking for a permanent name, but I like this one so far.” you said with a shrug.Tombstone lifted an eyebrow and gave you an almost skeptical look. “Let us hope that you live up to your namesake. If you perform exceptionally in this operation, I might consider placing you under my employment in the future.” he said, placing his hands behind his back.“Sounds like a plan.” you said, backing away from Tombstone without breaking eye contact. “Prepare to be amazed.”Tombstone and the woman known as “Beetle” exchanged glances momentarily, and then returned their gazes to you. The only reason that you looked away was because someone smacked you on the back of the head.“Hey!” you shouted, whirling on the one responsible for this slight. The tension left you as soon as you saw Flint’s face.“What were you thinking, kid!? Do you have any idea who that is?” he exclaimed in a hushed tone.“Uh, yeah. That’s Tombstone, and that’s Beetle. And I was thinking I could make a good impression on our employer before I lost the opportunity.” you argued.“Take my advice, kid. In this line of work, you’ll be better off if you talk less and listen more.” Flint said, pointing to the Cauliflower ears he earned from a lifetime of scrapping and brawling.“I’m thinking about my future here, Marko. You might think of this as just another job, but this is how I get my foot into the door.” you said, pointing a finger at his chest.Flint sputtered for a moment. “What’re you talking about? Your foot’s already in the door! You’re taking jobs from Tombstone.”“Yeah? And what are we gonna do after that? We’re still stuck doing grunt work, Flint.” you said, taking a step closer to him. “I’m talking about the Big Time. Jobs that’ll get us set for life.”Flint was clearly taken aback by this declaration, because he remained silent for almost a minute. But before he could respond, Tombstone stepped forward and clapped his hands loudly.“I do believe that everyone has arrived. Let’s begin, shall we?” he proclaimed, not doubting that everyone was paying rapt attention.Over the course of his debriefing, he pretty much went over everything that you read in Marko’s document. After that, he started assigning roles to everyone present. Incidentally, you and Flint were both being placed in the pursuing vehicle. Your job was to chase after them and force them into a blockade.Beetle was being tasked with the elimination of multiple airborne scouting drones. Once those were taken out, you’ll be clear to start the attack.Having received their orders, the ambush vehicles were loaded up and rolled out ahead of time. Soon enough, your car was the only one left in the warehouse.(Cont.)
>>5154998That outfit rocks. I'm a fan of additional "legs" on spidy. Another thing I thought would be sweet would be a tactical mask like pic related.
“Shotgun!” you declared, before jumping high into the air and landing on top of the truck in a crouch. The remaining goons just gaped at you, Marko included. Tombstone appeared to be giving you an appraising look, and if you were going off of body language alone, even Beetle seemed impressed.Upon Tombstone’s insistence, your group snapped themselves out of their stupor and piled into the vehicle. Flint insisted that you come down and “get your ass into the truck”, but you assured him that you had your own method of transportation.Looking puzzled and frustrated, Flint got into the driver’s seat and peeled out of the warehouse, leaving Tombstone and his bodyguards behind. You felt his piercing gaze bore into your back until he was completely out of sight.—----As soon as you spotted some suitably tall buildings in the city, you leapt from the car’s roof and fired off a webline. Swinging like this was starting to become routine. By practicing everyday, you’ve managed to nail down the art of “web-swinging”, as you’ve dubbed it.A flash of golden light blazed past you, incinerating a pentagonal drone that had been flying ahead of you. And if that wasn’t warning enough, the gentle hum of Beetle’s wings alerted you to her presence. She was watching you now, even as she decimated Blackbird’s scout drones. Neither of you exchanged words, but you felt as if there was a curiosity building up inside the mind of this masked woman. More than anything, you wanted to ask her about her suit’s tech.Despite looking like a stripper that gets paid to jump out of giant cakes, Beetle’s tech was on an entirely different level than yours. Her wings weren’t even moving. You assumed that it must be some sort of hover tech, or-“Heads up.” Beetle said, interrupting your thoughts. You faced forward, catching sight of the APC’s and the Oscorp truck picking up speed in the distance.“They must’ve seen us.” she added.“Either that, or they noticed that their drones were getting shot down. Just a thought.” you replied, ignoring the glare that you got in response.Beetle placed her hand up to her ear and leaned to the side. “Team 3. We’ve been made. Begin the assault.” she demanded.“You got it, boss.” Flint replied.“Looks like I’m up.” you said, snagging a rooftop corner with a webline and pulling yourself ahead of your insectoid companion.You can either disable the supply truck or the APC’s. While the truck would be easier, you’d feel better about the ambush if you knew that at least one of those attack vehicles was out of the picture.(Cont.)
What will you do?>Swing by and take out the drivers to the supply truck with a few aimed shots from your pistol.>Try to place your “Mark” on your throwing knives and toss them at the truck’s wheels.>Tear the latch off of the APC in the back and toss a few frag grenades inside.>Jump onto the hood of the supply truck, plunge your hand into the hood and start pulling out whatever looks important.>Place your “Mark” on a few web balls and launch them at the trucks to herd them into an ambush.>Write-in.Available gear:>Additional handgun($800)>Additional magazines x 5($120)>Light tac gear($800)>Throwing knives x 3($150)>Frag grenades x 3 ($300)>Smart watch w/Bluetooth($450)>Burner phone($5)>Barrel threading ($240)>Silencer x 2($1,120)>Headgear($340)
>>5155118>Swing by and take out the drivers to the supply truck with a few aimed shots from your pistol.We're the Huntsman after all.
>>5155118>>Tear the latch off of the APC in the back and toss a few frag grenades inside.
>>5155118Since there's a blockade for the truck, we don't really need to focus on attacking it as much as corralling. The APC's could be really bad though, so taking out one or two would be best>Tear the latch off of the APC in the back and toss a few frag grenades inside.
>>5155010Sounds like a perfect way to drive oneself insane.>>5155002It's cool. I counted your vote too.>>5155113Maybe something like this?
>>5155118>Tear the latch off of the APC in the back and toss a few frag grenades inside.
>>5155118>Tear the latch off of the APC in the back and toss a few frag grenades inside.Time to kick ass and impress.
>>5155118>Swing by and take out the drivers to the supply truck with a few aimed shots from your pistol.
>>5155135>>5155142>>5155145>>5155149Roll 1d100, bo3!
>>5155144Yes. Spider-like and uncanny.
Rolled 23 (1d100)>>5155153
Rolled 81 (1d100)>>5155153
Rolled 96 (1d100)>>5155153
>>5155159>another 96Found our lucky number I guess. Ben must be a Bulls fan.
>>5155155>>5155156>>5155159God DAMNI'll start writing this update a little later tonight. Don't want to rush it out
>>5154913Honestly out of all designs so far I like this one the most, simple and unique, the open toes got to go though. Something more practical/burglar-esque like this >>5154578or this>>5154919would be nice to.
>>5155243I also like the first costume you tag, but the part that I don't like is the open toes. We're basically leaving fingerprints.Unless, SOMEHOW, SOMEWAY we can train our Mark of Kaine ability and somehow we can passively delete our fingerprints from any surfice even on-touch.
>>5155247We would have to passively cause mini-explosions to blast away any trace of fingerprint, seems hard, but certainly possible. Maybe we could even use our Mark of Kaine ability to when we jump cause an explosion that can propel us much further and faster to where we are going?
Well, I slept for far longer than I intended to, but at least I'm well rested now. Gonna start writing now.>>5155574I assure that the propulsion thing is entirely possible.
>>5155656Just gotta be carful to not blow our legs off in the process then.
>96Picking up speed, you fired a pair of weblines at the back of the rearmost APC and launched yourself toward it. Within mere seconds, you were standing atop the vehicle, grasping for a latch that should’ve been there.When you found it, you dug your fingers underneath and pulled with all your might. Judging from the level of resistance, the damn thing was bolted shut. But as soon as you wrenched it to the side, you heard a snapping pop as the bolt was sheared from its surface.The men inside the APC were about as surprised as you, but that didn’t stop you from acting faster than they did. Reaching for your belt, you pulled out three frag grenades, pulled the pin on one, and bundled it to the other two with your webbing.“Free delivery!” you shouted as you tossed the grenades inside and sealed the latch back up. The mercs inside were scrambling and shouting in panic, but their cries grew distant when you launched yourself towards a nearby building to gain some altitude. At that very moment, the APC erupted into a pillar of flame veered of course, before crashing into a nearby light pole.The front-most APC and the supply truck seemed to pick up even more speed after that.“Holy shit!” Flint shouted over the comms.“Keep the comms clear!” Beetle shouted back. “But ‘holy shit’ is right. What was that?”“The application said to bring my own gear, so I prepared a little something special for the occasion.” you said as you kicked your legs out to gain more altitude, while simultaneously twisting your body in mid-air in order to avoid a round of bullets from the second APC.“Well, good work. Now keep your distance. They’re starting to fire back.” Beetle commanded.“Gee! I hadn’t noticed.” you said, trying to ignore the ringing sensation in your head as you leaned back to avoid a shot to the head.“They’re almost in position for the ambush. Be ready.” Beetle barked.And right on cue, another truck slammed into the side of the last APC, sending it veering off course. Within the gap between both vehicles, another truck slid in, separating them both and forcing the supply truck driver to slam his foot on the brakes.“Perfect! Attack now!” Beetle demanded.“Come on boys! Let ‘em have it!” Flint shouted.Already, Blackbird Security was piling out of the APC and firing their high powered rifles at the car ahead. Meanwhile, the pursuing truck cut off the supply vehicle’s retreat and left them boxed in. This was about to become a killzone.What will you do?>Position yourself above the mercs and pick them off from a distance.>Infiltrate their backline and take out as many people as you can with your silenced pistols.>Jump on top of the APC and hurl your knives at them.>Pull them out of cover with your webs and let the rest of your crew take care of them.>Write-in.
>>5155694>Pull them out of cover with your webs and let the rest of your crew take care of them.None of that lone wolf bullshitk. Tombstone assembled a team for a reason, might as well take advantage of that.
>>5155694>Infiltrate their backline and take out as many people as you can with your silenced pistols.We bought them for a reason.
>>5155694>Infiltrate their backline and take out as many people as you can with your silenced pistols.Might as well use the silencers and save the throwing knifes for another day.
>>5155694>Infiltrate their backline and take out as many people as you can with your silenced pistols.We have Sticky FingersThey have high end gearYou know where I'm going with this QMstart pocketing handguns, spare ammo, and maybe one high end rifle as we take them out, and if the mission is complete then go ham and start collecting everything wholesale. Web it all together to make it easier to carry it all back to the hangout.
>>5155702>>5155707>>5155716I'd expect nothing less. Writing...
>>5155723Hey so I know I already made my suggestion, but is there anything stopping us from stealing an entire ACP, and just dumping all the loot in there?
>>5155730You mean like taking a non-bashed up one and hiding all our loot there? Isn't that gonna be super easy for the cops and osborne industries to find since its so big and conspicuous? Also wont there probably be a tracking device on it for that very reason?
Feeling like you’d been left out of the action, you positioned yourself above the panicked mercs and slowly lowered yourself via webline. Despite being upside down, you maintained your sense of balance and equilibrium, allowing you to unholster your silenced pistols and prepare them accordingly. As soon as you were low enough, you leveled your guns to meet the height of two unaware mercs, and with the pull of a trigger, they both went down into a crumpled heap, unmoving and unthinking.Others who heard the commotion were quickly silenced before they could turn around completely. Your coordination was on an entirely different level now.One of the guards, who had particularly good reflexes, managed to drop his weapon and swing an electrified baton at you. You easily leapt over it, flipping upside down in mid-air and unloading on a guy who’d been aiming at you from behind. As you landed, you flipped over once more and popped the baton guy in the back of the head.Noticing that their ranks were starting to fall apart, the rest of your crew pressed forward, breaking up their chain of command and corralling them into your sticky clutches. The end of the firefight was easily within sight.—--Once the smoke had cleared, you got a chance to take an inventory of the weapons and gear that were dropped during the fight. Eight high powered rifles, eight sidearms, a ton of ammunition for both, eight combat knives, sixteen grenades, three high voltage stun batons, eight pairs of military grade combat armor, and probably a lot more stored in the APC.All in all, it was a massive haul!While you were doing that, the rest of your crew were struggling to pry the back of the Oscorp supply truck open.“Please, allow me.” you said, snagging the doors with your webs and pulling them apart with surprising ease. There were more than a few rumors floating around about you at this point. People pretended to know you, since they likely overhead your name being spoken during your conversation with Tombstone. At this very moment, you assumed that they were speculating about your potential origin or backstory.“That was incredible, kid!” Flint said as he gave a congratulatory pat on the back. There was a wicked grin on his face. “Benny was right about you! You might actually be the real deal.”“Was there any doubt?” you said, spreading your arms wide to invite criticism. Of course, there was none. Your performance was flawless tonight. You knew it, everyone else knew it, and soon enough, Tombstone would know it.As you basked in the praise of your peers, Beetle’s voice flooded your earpiece. “Beautiful work, team! A flawless operation. Especially you, Huntsman. I’ll be sure toKSSST-”All of a sudden, the line became filled with static.“Beetle? You’re cutting out!” you shouted while pressing a finger to your ear.(Cont.)
“Comms are down. Something’s up.” Flint said, mimicking your action.“Beetle, come in!” you repeated.But instead of Beetle’s voice returning, you heard an ear piercing screech fill the air around you. It reminded you somewhat of a falcon’s cry, but it was…wrong somehow. Amplified to an abnormal degree.Everyone was on edge now. Weapons were raised and people started shouting into the sky, hoping to scare off whatever it was up there.And then, you saw them. Giant, humanoid bird-like creatures with metal wings, swooping down and spreading their sharp talons wide to gore their prey. Their eyes blazed with anger as they descended upon your group. Bullets bounced off of their metal flesh, creating sparks and inciting panic amongst the men on your crew.“What the hell are these things!?” Flint said, firing at one of the creatures who was trying to carry someone off.Explosions rang out around you as purple spears of light rained down from the sky. The night sky, once perfect, was now filled with smoke and cinders.You began looking around, trying to find suitable cover, when you saw two of the bird-like creatures skulking out of the supply truck, carrying a rather expensive looking piece of tech.Hey! That’s your haul!What will you do?>Get in close and engage the Vultures before they can carry anything else off.>Hop on the back of a Vulture and try to use your Mark on him.>Try to get above the smoke and assess the situation from above.>Track down Beetle and see if she needs help.>Write-in.Available Gear:>Additional handgun($800)>Additional magazines x 3($120)>Light tac gear($800)>Throwing knives x 3($150)>Smart watch w/Bluetooth($450)>Burner phone($5)>Silencer x 2($1,120)>Headgear($340)
>>5155752>Get in close and engage the Vultures before they can carry anything else off.We must secure the tech, its the reason we're doing this.
>>5155752>>Hop on the back of a Vulture......and ascend with them, catch those that are already carrying stuff away.If the stuff breaks, it breaks, but nobody is gonna steal our haul
>>5155752>Write-in.Use your webbing to stick the grenades on them
>>5155752>Get in close and engage the Vultures before they can carry anything else off.Eyes on the prize. Beetle can handle herself for now, we gotta make sure this shit gets back to Tombstone.
>>5155756changing to this
>>5155752>Get in close and engage the Vultures before they can carry anything else off.never mind changing my vote. Fuck off our loot, you squares!
>>5155759Ha ha sorry about that, but I realize using grenades on them risks damaging the cargo we're supposed to steal and deliver to Tombstone.
>>5155754>>5155757>>5155760Ben is out of grenades anyway. He used them to trash that APC. Although you will have the option of restocking from the dead mercs after this.Roll 1d100+10, bo3!
Rolled 85 + 10 (1d100 + 10)>>5155764RNG give me grinder because I'mma make minced meat out of these birds.
>>5155764>Eight high powered rifles, eight sidearms, a ton of ammunition for both, eight combat knives, sixteen grenades, three high voltage stun batons, eight pairs of military grade combat armor, and probably a lot more stored in the APC.>sixteen grenades>sixteen>grenadeslol wut
Rolled 86 (1d100)>>5155764BIG NUMBER
>>5155768oh shit just add 10 for-HOLY SHIT 96 AGAIN
>>5155769YOU ARE WITNESSED BROTHER!
Rolled 59 + 10 (1d100 + 10)>>5155764limit break number
>>5155766>>5155768>>5155769>Another 96!Noice!>>5155773>69HOLY BASED
>>5155767We need to get a proper hideout established quick. We're gonna have enough weapons and armor to supply a whole battalion of goons if things keep going like this.
>>5155778>>5155773>>5155768IT'SASIGN>>5155781Abandoned subway systems, abandoned warehouses, the boonines, the ghettos.
>>5155773>>5155778I TAKE IT
>>5155782An abandoned warehouse doesn't seem like a bad idea. We just gotta put the work in to clear it out and lock it up tight.Hell, maybe we can run a gang out of it of it's in a shitty neighborhood.No drug running or human trafficking though, that's how you get the Punisher using your goons as target practice.
>>5155802Our gang hide out needs a front to keep the feds from getting too inquisitive. A resturant (low effort pick me up foods like hot dogs, burgers, good old greasy American foods), laundromat, bar, low effort buisness front.
>>5155781Ok, about mook...I guess we're going "empire of crime" road. If so, I'd love us to be akin to thief guild of Discworld : there will be crime, so at least let's make sure it's organised.We'll need mooks, that's for sure. Then, we need to secure a good tech guy.
>96“Fuck off!” you shouted as you webzipped to a Vulture and delivered a flying kick to the side of his face. You could feel his armor crack under the force of your blow.To be completely honest, “buzz off” would’ve been far more appropriate here. But you were mad, dammit! These bird fuckers swoop down and try to eat off your plate without putting in any of the work? Fuck that!Having lost his partner, the other Vulture dropped the other end of the cylinder they’d been carrying and whirled on you. He leaned down and brought his sharp metal wings down on you. Feeling that faint tickle again, you anticipated his trajectory and jumped over the attack.Seemingly blinded by his own attack, the Vulture began looking around frantically, only to spot you as you fired a pair of weblines at the ground around him. You pulled, and brought all of your weight down on his chest with a meaty stomp. By some miracle, his chets didn’t cave in and he simply passed out.You searched for another foe, spotting another one pulling a man into the air and sinking his shark talons into his shoulder. Heavy rivulets of blood poured from the open wound, and his screams were just barely drowned out by the shouts of those around him.You fired a web at his chest and zipped over to the guy in the bird suit. He flailed and screamed as you mounted him, but there was no stopping what was coming next.You pummeled him relentlessly, careful to hold back so as to prolong his suffering. Compared to the strength that you used to tear the latch off of that APC, these were just love taps. But even a love tap from a guy with superhuman strength was enough to knock an asshole out cold.He fell to the ground, releasing his victim in the process. You repeated this procedure several times over, clobbering anyone that got too close to the truck, and preventing these bird guys from taking anything too valuable. Every now and again, you spotted one or two drifting off to the side and pilfering the corpses of the Blackbird mercs you popped. Unrighteous anger filled your heart, and you swore that you were beginning to see red.These guys were taking your shit, and you couldn’t do a damned thing about it!Every now and again, you’d fire a web ball or two in their direction, but they were largely ignored in favor of the loot.Eventually, the Vultures started to pull back, cutting their losses and disappearing into the smoke above, leaving the rest of your crew a bloody and scraped up mess. For the most part, you managed to protect what was important. At least, that’s what you told yourself.—--When Beetle returned, she had various cuts and bruises on her body, her caramel skin exposed in the places where her costume had been torn. Her wings still seemed to work fine, but her descent was shaky at best.(Cont.)
“They’re gone. Did they manage to take anything…?” she asked. Her voice was groggy, and you thought you saw a bit of a limp in her gait. She might have been concussed.Flint managed to answer before you did. “Only the stuff that we left lying around.” he said, pointing a thumb back at the dead mercs.“Dammit!” she muttered. “Da–Tombstone wanted those guns too. At least they didn’t get anything off of the truck. For all intents and purposes, this operation was a success. Good work, everyone.” she said, looking around at the remaining members of your crew. Her eyes lingered on you for a while longer, before she directed her attention to the Vulture lying at your feet.“No…no, this is good. We should bring these guys back for interrogation. Load them into the trucks.” she demanded.You and the others did so, not bothering to be gentle with the winged menaces. But as much as you hated them, you couldn’t help but marvel at their advanced tech. You’d love to get your hands on some of it, but you were sure that Tombstone would want it just as bad.You could probably scour the battlefield for some leftover equipment. Grabbing anything from the APC would be risky, considering how Beetle ordered her goons to raid it for her.What will you do?>Take what you can without risking getting caught. You’ll leave the guns for Tombstone’s goons to collect.>Pretend that Beetle ordered you inside the APC and swipe some of the good stuff.>Peek inside the Oscorp supply truck and see if you can nab some nifty tech without anyone noticing.>Examine the unconscious Vulture and try to take something that looks valuable.(Requires roll)>Ask Beetle if you can take one of the Vulture suits. You believe that your contributions warrant some type of extra reward.>Write-in.Captcha: TR4SH
>>5155816Alright, what if we got an abandoned warehouse and turned it into...Wait for it...An actual warehouse.Shocking, I know, but let me explain.As things stand, we're a thief by nature.Factor in the superpowers, we can steal a lot of shit now.Only problem with stealing a lot of stuff is moving it safely, discreetly, efficiently.To me, a warehouse that specializes in receiving, storing, and sending out freight is the perfect cover and would allow us to actually move large amounts of stolen goods properly.All we'd need to do is bribe the local authorities and make sure any shipment containing illegal goods DOESN'T get screened.As for our hypothetical mooks, they can work security around the facility by day, and run scores by night.Might have to farm them through various temp agencies to obscure their connection to us in the event they get arrested though.
>>5155837>Examine the unconscious Vulture and try to take something that looks valuable.(Requires roll)>96>96>96>96Let it roll!!
Rolled 16 (1d100)>>5155849you also need to roll, you know?
Rolled 90 (1d100)>Examine the unconscious Vulture and try to take something that looks valuable.(Requires roll)You are like little baby. watch this
>>5155851Well I wanted to wait a bit before rolling so we could agree what action we are taking.
Rolled 8 (1d100)>>5155837
Rolled 50 (1d100)>>5155837>Examine the unconscious Vulture and try to take something that looks valuable.(Requires roll)
>>5155856You saved us anon.
>>5155837>>Take what you can without risking getting caught. You’ll leave the guns for Tombstone’s goons to collect.Sorry guys, pref going this way
>>5155837>Examine the unconscious Vulture and try to take something that looks valuable.(Requires roll)Our rolls have been generous, let's soo how far we can go boys.
>>5155844Oh shit, we could even host a black market auction in another warehouse. We gonna make it big.
>>5155851>>5155862>>5155862Taking these. Writing...
>>5155892hey, there is a perfectly good 90 in the first three rolls
>>5155892You meant to grab the 90 and not me twice right?
>>5155905Oh whoops. Not sure what happened there. Must've had a stroke or something.
>>5155892>tries to pull a fast onebruh
>>5155939i doubt the QM intentionally missed the roll, when you have a ton of posts in your thread and you're multiple updates in yourself it's easy to miss a post or two by accident.
>>5155939Its an easy accident to make, cut the man some slack.
>90While no one was looking, you decided to examine one of the unconscious Vultures. His mask was emotionless, and its beady little, piercing red eyes were a startling sight in any situation. The grounded thief had talons as sharp as swords, and an advanced propulsion system built into his large, metal wings.You spotted a harness that had been carefully woven throughout his suit to prevent him from slipping out of it. The thick jacket he wore probably protected him against the wind chill he was flying high above the city.You were considering removing his mask to check for any sensory tech, when you saw a glowing purple tube wrapping under his arm and towards his back. You turned him over, to find a small compartment between his wings.You looked around, making sure that no one was watching, and tore the compartment open. Inside was a tiny capsule, filled with some sort of glowing purple substance. Judging by the wires that led in and out of the compartment, you could only assume that this little thing was the suit’s power source. You’ve never seen anything like it.Snapping out of your trance, you pocketed the component and placed the Vulture back in his original position.Soon afterward, everyone and everything important had been loaded into the trucks, and you were off.—-----When you arrived at the drop-off location, your fellow crooks were cheering and exchanging barbs in a good-natured fashion. Apparently, it wasn’t common for most normal folk to face such opposition and still come out on top. And the reason for your collective success wasn’t a mystery to anyone.Everyone knew that you were instrumental to the operation’s success, and they had no problem saying so. You caught an appreciative glance from Tombstone after Beetle briefed him on the mission’s specifics.From the way they interacted with one another, you got the impression that she and him were much closer than anyone had initially thought. You weren’t sure if they were relatives, lovers or just close friends, but there was definitely something between them. All of a sudden, that warm, fuzzy feeling you got from receiving Tombstone’s approval was now replaced by a sinking, twisting knot in your stomach. You had sassed Beetle more than a few times on that op, not once considering that she was more than an overpaid minion to Tombstone. If either of them decided to take offense to that, you were in for a world of hurt. Strong as you may be, you had a feeling that Tombstone had the power to hurt you and anyone you loved, very badly.(Cont.)
After the last of the cargo was unloaded and transferred to another truck, the big boss nodded and signaled for Beetle to take her place by his side. “You’ve all done an excellent job tonight. Considering the odds, we managed to achieve our objective with minimal casualties.” he said, scanning the group with a predatory gaze. “And as for the Vultures, I will be dealing with them personally.” he said, glancing back at the unconscious form of a man with a cracked faceplate.You imagined that he’d take great pleasure in that.—-When it came time for everyone to receive their pay, anyone that was well enough to walk lined up in front of a well-dressed middle-aged man with thin glasses and even thinner hair. But right before you reached the line, you were waved over by one of Tombstone’s personal bodyguards.The heavyset man led you to his albino employer, who was waiting patiently alongside Beetle. She looked a lot better than she did before.“I’m told by my daughter that you performed exceptionally tonight. You’ve exceeded my expectations.” he said, a small grin playing across his face.You pushed the obvious innuendos out of your head and looked at Beetle. She gave you a small nod, but remained silent. So she’s his daughter, huh?“I’d like to personally thank you for what you’ve done.” he continued. You gave him the routing number to an account that you’d opened up for your alter-ego, and shortly afterward, he wired $45,000 directly into your account. In one night, you made more than most people do in a year.“If you ever wish to work for me again, look me up. I’d be lucky to have someone with your skills onboard.” he said with a wolfish grin.What do you say?>”Pleasure doing business with you.”>”Likewise. Feel free to look me up in the future.”>"Feel free to spread the word. 'The Huntsman' is gonna take New York by storm.">”Let me know if you plan on getting back at those Vultures, because I want to take the first crack at them.”>”Got any business advice for a crime lord in the making?”>Write-in.
>>5155955>”Let me know if you plan on getting back at those Vultures, because I want to take the first crack at them.”Let's not act too ambitious, generally crime bosses don't like competition.
>>5155955>”Likewise. Feel free to look me up in the future.”Play it cool for now, maybe not tell him we are also planning to be a crimelord, he might see us as competition and try to kill us.Also 45K is realllll nice. We made it boys.
>>5155955>”Likewise. Feel free to look me up in the future.”
>>5155955>>”Likewise. Feel free to look me up in the future.”
>>5155955>"Likewise. Feel free to look me up in the future."Also we should tell Flint who we really are at some point, provided he hasn't figured it out. He's trusted enough to keep it secret. I don't really like lying to our main man like thatPlus it's good to build up trust now so he can be our enforcer/second in command in the future. Dude's gonna kickass
>>5155955>>”Let me know if you plan on getting back at those Vultures, because I want to take the first crack at them.”
>>5155955>>”Likewise. Feel free to look me up in the future.”and global support to >>5155972
>>5155972Personally, I'm against telling anyone who we are. Especially those close to us, like Flint, granted they would initially say no to revealing our identity, but if someone like say tombstone for example were to threaten his wife or daughter, he would fold like paper.
Guys all we need is our webs and a knife and we could do a Scorpion!
“Likewise. Feel free to look me up in the future.” you said, returning his grin, before realizing that he couldn’t see it under your mask.The two of you traded words for a while longer, and you exited the encounter feeling positive about the possibility of working with Tombstone again. If he wanted to contact you about another job, he was more than welcome to…so long as he kept paying you like this.Suddenly, a heavy, muscular arm wrapped around your shoulder. You didn’t feel that telltale tickle in the back of your head, so you had a decent idea of who it might belong to.“Not bad for grunt work, eh?” Flint Marko said. “Haven’t gotten paid this well in years!”“You said it. I wonder what he pays for the big jobs?” you pondered.“If it’s anything like this, we’d be set for life! I probably wouldn’t even mind wearing one of those stuffy suits and standing in front of a door for 10 hours.” he said, pointing back at Tombstone’s bodyguards.“If we can find a suit that you can’t flex your way out of, I’d eat my mask.” you said with a laugh. Marko, on the other hand, looked like he was about to bust a gut.“You know what? I like you, kid. How’s about you and I go see a couple of fights tonight?”“Fights?”“Yeah! Some guy I know showed me the place. A bunch of people, like you, with weird superpowers get paid to punch each other. It’ll be a blast!”As you considered this, your head began to swim with possibilities. If you were gonna start your own criminal empire, then you’d need enforcers. Recruits.And what better place to start recruiting than a fight club for superhumans! It was perfect!But…on the other hand, it might not be such a good idea for “The Huntsman” to get close to Flint Marko. If you started hanging out with him, there was a decent chance that he might figure out who you really are. But…would that really be such a bad thing? Due to your line of work, you don't really have much of a social life. Having a confidante or two might not be the worst thing in the world.>”Sure thing, Flint. That sounds awesome!”>”Before we go, there’s something you need to know. (Reveal your secret identity to Flint)>”Maybe Benny can go in my place? I’ve got something to attend to later tonight.>”Sorry, I can’t tonight. Maybe another time.”>Write-in.
>>5155939kek. The guy made the mistake of not replying to the post when he rolled. QM probably just went by the replies next to his post number rather than actually going post by post.Honestly, QM's cutting a lot of slack by allowing it if you ask me. From my experience playing quests, QMs don't usually count rolls like that and either offer mulligan or just skip them. Always make sure to reply when you roll, bros.
>>5156007>”Before we go, there’s something you need to know. (Reveal your secret identity to Flint)I trust Flint to keep a secret. After all, we're friends, right?
>>5156007 >”Sure thing, Flint. That sounds awesome!”
>>5155939Man, I'm the guy who rolled, and I QM'd before. I can understand missing a single roll. Always assume it's a mistake before malice, man. Dude's just trying to run a capeshit quest, not ruin our day
>>5156008>>5156020>>5155947>>5155950I guess my sarcasm didnt come across
>>5156007>>”Before we go, there’s something you need to know. (Reveal your secret identity to Flint)
>>5156007>”Sure thing, Flint. That sounds awesome!”
>>5156007>”Sure thing, Flint. That sounds awesome!”Not only is it FAR too early to reveal ourself as Ben, but it would be incredibly easy for a typical super villain to find out also by interrogating Flint. One word about his family or daughter and he would sing like the fat lady on opera night.
>>5156007>>”Before we go, there’s something you need to know. (Reveal your secret identity to Flint)To be fair, I don't even understand the secrecy with Flint to begin with when players are sticking to the criminal route. It's not like we just met the guy yesterday either or are planning to stop running heists with him.>>5156024Of course it didn't bro, it's text. 9 outta 10 times it will never register because most sarcasm requires nuance that text can't offer.
>>5156032I was gonna include a Cells Cells Cells and organelles refrence but I forgot
>>5156007>”Sure thing, Flint. That sounds awesome!”>”Before we go, there’s something you need to know. (Reveal your secret identity to Flint)OP can we use our pay to bet on others or ourself, or loan Benny some money so he can bet on us? We'll be rich!
>>5156007>Before we go there's something you need to know
>>5156031The only way I see so supervillians don't go after Flint is actually NOT, going out with Flint as Huntsman.If we want protect ourselves, Flint and hus family is by just don't hanging out with him like Huntsman, or we can just tell him and still trying so people don't see us to often going to places with him.>Captcha: J0K8RWe live in a-
>>5156032Personally, I don't trust Flint to keep our secret. He did kill us in one movie...
>>5156007>”Before we go, there’s something you need to know. (Reveal your secret identity to Flint)
>>5156007>>”Sure thing, Flint. That sounds awesome!”
>>5156046And that Ben was an upstanding citizen trying his best to raise the son he never had.We're tipping the karmic scales in our favor by being a piece of shit I tell you.
>>5156052That's why we should lie and not tell him like an asshole
>>5156053Plus not telling him would be MUCH safer for him and us.
>>5156031Then we need to cut all ties with him as Huntsman and Ben. Whether he knows our alter ego or not doesn't change the fact that if we're gonna keep running with him then he'll possibly get caught. In that case either A. he knows and tells them or B. he doesn't know and spills about how his partner Ben Parker was the one that found and put Hunstman forward. Either way it will always lead to us in this situation, unless it's Flint that decides to cut ties with us.>>5156046>I don't trust Flint to keep our secretDoesn't matter if we're gonna keep doing jobs with him as Huntsman. We're a nobody crook anyway, we have nothing to protect but ourselves. if he spills the secret that Ben Parker is huntsman, then what? Ben Parker is still just a nobody crook avoiding the law and superheroes just like everybody else in the criminal underworld.>He did kill us in one movie...Well, as long as he doesn't try to jack our sweet ride, we cool. plus, has it even confirmed we're THAT Benjamin Parker?
>>5156017>>5156026>>5156032>>5156040>>5156042>>5156048Enjoying these discussions, fellas. Keep it up.Also, writing...
>>5156058I think it's comic book rules that having the same name as a named character makes you an alternate universe version, so yes.
You guys have done goofed now, revealing our identity this early, especially to flint, was a bad move imo.
>>5156070Flint isn't a goddamn snitch. Not in any universe.Besides, why would he ever betray us? As far as I know we're the only friend he has.
>>5156070This is sooo gonna bite us in the ass when he becomes Sandman
>>5156066I guess. It's just weird considering he's an early twenties young man surrounded by characters that shouldn't be as old as they are or not even be born yet.>>5156070It'll be fiiiiine.>>5156075Lost of assumptions here anon. How do you know he's going to turn into Sandman in this universe when he's got a criminal spider-man as a partner? Also, assuming we're going to do something to him that would cause him to want us dead if he does turn into Sandman.
>>5156080How many sandmen are there that aren't Flint Marco? Besides Mr Sandman, and Crocodile, and Neil Gaiman's.
>>5156080>It's just weird considering he's an early twenties young man surrounded by characters that shouldn't be as old as they are or not even be born yet"We are amidst strange beings, in a strange land. The flow of time itself is convoluted; with heroes centuries old phasing in and out. The very fabric wavers, and relations shift and obscure.[...]"
>>5156093Shouldn't you be gunning for friendship, Solaire.
>>5156096I'm advocating for jolly cooperation right now. Flint seems fine.
>>5156070Flint should be the first and the last. After that we keep everything seperate, just because we're being honest with our guy doesn't make us a good person or any less of a crook. If anyone else finds out we tie up that loose end.
>>5156093You make a good argument friend. But does that mean we're fated and locked to the May Reilly route?
>>5156098Agreed. It's just easier if Flint knows, but that's not the case for anybody else.If they can put a name to our alter-ego, they're getting the Mark of Khaine embedded into their frontal lobe.
>>5156099Well, May DID have a thing for rich dudes, so depending on how things go I can imagine she might show up.Alternatively, Felicia Hardy shows up and absolutely dominates the waifu-bowl.
>>5156109>Well, May DID have a thing for rich dudesShe didn't have a thing for criminals though. I'm just worried that if she does show up, anons will zero-in on her because we're a Ben Parker and nothing else.>>5156109>Alternatively, Felicia Hardy shows up and absolutely dominates the waifu-bowl.Maybe, but then, you aren't taking into account the clout pic tends to bring in Marvel quests. Heh, for all we know, she might be among the underground fighters we're about to go see with our lad Flint.
>>5156123>Laura KinneyShe's a cool character, but far from waifu material as far as I'm concerned.
“Sure thing, Flint. That sounds awesome!” you replied. “But…before we go, there’s something you need to know.”He removed his arm from your shoulder, his expression becoming a bit guarded now. It was like he didn’t know whether he wanted to feel happy or suspicious.“Uhh, okay. What is it?” he asked.You leaned in closer, lowering your voice so as not to be overheard. “I can’t tell you here. Too many witnesses. Let’s find a place more quiet.”Flint leaned back slightly and gave you a look that told you he was trying to figure out whether his “new friend” was a serial killer.“It’s important.” you said, imploringly.Flint stared at you for a minute, and then nodded. For some reason, he felt that he was capable of trusting the man behind the mask. You didn’t know whether he was gullible, sentimental, or vaguely aware of your true identity. Either way, you were grateful that he was willing to put his faith in you.—---“Alright, we’re here. What now?” Flint asked, looking around the open rooftop with his hands spread out.You slowly moved your hands up towards your face and lifted your mask. Flint’s jaw dropped.“Hey, pal. It’s me.” you said, giving him a crooked smile. “It’s Benny.”He took a step closer, looking you up and down several times, just to be sure. His eyes settled on your face once more.“...Benny? Since when were you a super!?”You scratched your head. “Since, uh…five or six days ago?”Flint smacked you on your arm, a wide grin spreading across his face. He looked more excited than shocked. “Are you shittin’ me!? My buddy, Benny. My buddy ol’ pal Benny is a super!”You shushed him thoroughly, looking around warily as you did so. “Hey Flint, why don’t you try saying that again, but a little louder this time? I don’t think they heard you all the way in Denver.”Flint put his hands up defensively, his grin just as wide as it had been before. “Hey man, I’m sorry. But this is big. Like, real big! Do you have any idea how much money you could make?”“We.” you corrected.“What’s that, now?”“We, Flint. This is an opportunity for the both of us. I’m planning on building an empire, and I want you at my side.”Flint nearly stumbled. “Are you serious?” he asked incredulously.“Of course. Now, are you in? I’m not looking for quitters or snakes, and I know that you’re neither.” you said, extending a hand towards him.He stared at your hand for a few moments, his eyes flicking between it and your face. Finally, he grasped your hand and shook it vigorously. “Man, I knew there was a reason I liked you. Count me in!”“Good man.” you said, patting him on his shoulder. “We’re gonna accomplish great things together.”(Cont.)
>>5156123>waifu-bowl.Do we consider Beetle in the mix or is that a big no no.
“Now I’m starting to regret kicking your ass when we first met in that bar.” he said with a sly grin.“Flint, I know you’re not all that bright, but don’t tell me your memory’s going too. I clearly won that fight.”“Not on your life! You were still scrawny back then.”“How’s about a friendly rematch, then?” you said, taking a step closer to him.Flint took a step back, just as fast. “No thanks. The only fights I’m in the mood to see are the ones happening later tonight.”“Fair enough. Just let me get changed.”—---An hour later, you and Flint were on your way to watch a bunch of supers beat the shit out of each other. There was, of course, betting involved in these matches, and the two of you had more than a little money to throw around tonight. Based on their records, there were a few people that stood out amongst the amateur fighters.Who were you planning to place your bets on?>”Huntsman” You're entering the ring!>”Stick”>”White Tiger”>”Tarantula”>”Walker”
>>5156150>”Huntsman” You're entering the ring!OOOOOOO YEAH BABY
>>5156150>”Huntsman” You're entering the ring!Lets bet 10K on us to win.
>>5156147There's probably a Rule of Acquisition that warns against that. Or 112 extends to daughters.
>>5156150>”Huntsman” You're entering the ring!Might as well make the 45K into something spectacular.
>>5156150>”Huntsman” You're entering the ring!Money money money money. What's are we gonna do lads? With any hope our name hasnt spread too far. I'm betters arent going to invest too much money on us the first time since we're new. I'm thinking we win the first fight but make it look like a struggle. In the second or third match we'll go all in.
>>5156147She's off the table.Relationships between villains rarely last and I'd hate get on Tombstone's bad side if (when) that hypothetical relationship turns sour.
>>5156150>>”Huntsman” You're entering the ring!BONESAW IS REAAAADDDYYY!Do you think there was any other way this would go down, QM?
>>5156150>"Huntsman" you're entering the ringWe should have Flint bet the 45k we made on the other guy we're gonna fight, then throw it. That's an easy 90k but it might sully our reputation, unless we cook up an arena only name/outfit whateverOr we bet it all on ourself and whip assI'm down for either
>>5156161True but rule 62 of the rules of acquisition makes a good point too.
>>5156170We're small time right now, so it's in our best interest to build up our rep.Throwing a fight is certainly something we might do down the line, but let's get our name out there first.
>>5156150>>”Huntsman” You're entering the ring!
>>5156174There doesn't seem to be any profit at the end of this road though
>>5156170Except we're a lithe asshole that nobody knows yet. Pretty much everyone betting is definitely gonna bet on the other guy too, so we'd actually be losing out on major profit by throwing the fight.
>>5156169I was counting on it.>>5156153>>5156160>>5156162>>5156165>>5156170>>5156180>>5156183Writing...
>>5156199You should've picked the "Femboy" career path, then.
>>5156199Who invited this guy?
>>5156206That.....that was an option?I've seen enough r63 porn to know there are femboy spidermans out there.
>>5156210Pretty sure I saw more than a few when I was fishing for art during that whole "Spidersona" boom
>>5156210>r63That would be genderbent, fully female tomboys. Not some 200% gay traps.
Well, now, this is the real question.Once we choose a permanent nickname for our criminal (or superhero persona if we reform), are we sticking with Spider-man? Or are we going for another name? Because if we can get our hands in the Vultures technology we can surely take some inspiration in the Tarantula Hawk for example. Or that would have made more sense if we choose the bioelectrical mutation.But yeah, I say we should look for something different
>>5156218How about "Tiger Moth"? It deviates from the spider angle a bit, but maybe that'd be a good thing.
>>5156217Damn... Know I can't get out of my head the image of a tomboy criminal fit Spider-woman.
>>5156218If we ever do reform and go legit, I'd probably go with Spider-Man.
>>5156217Damn, I hope we encounter tomboy venom.
“Really.” Flint said.“Yup.” you replied.“You’re seriously gonna go out there and fight those guys?”“Uh-huh.”“Some of them are trained killers, Benny. They’d eat you for breakfast!” he exclaimed.“Actually, it’d be more like “brinner”, considering the time of day and all. What kind of food do they sell there? I’m starving.” you said, absentmindedly.“I’m serious here, Benny. Are you sure you want to go through with this?”“Definitely. We’re not just fishing for talent. We’re making a name for ‘The Huntsman’. But more importantly, we’re making money.” you said, rubbing your fingers together. In your other hand, you were carrying a duffel bag that held both your tactical costume and the mask that you wore during your “first flight”.“If you say so. How much are you puttin’ down?” he asked as the two of you descended a stone staircase leading to a reinforced steel door.>”All in. We’re going big tonight, baby!”>”Half of mine, half of yours. We’re partners now.”>”Start small. Put down 15k for the first fight.”>”I’ll let you decide. I’m curious to see how much you trust me.">Write-in.
>>5156232>>”All in. We’re going big tonight, baby!”This could be our big score or we might crash and burn. Either way it'll be fun.
>>5156232We've been getting pretty good rolls, so going all in and cleaning house when nobody really knows us will net the biggest payout, but we may get hit by the other side of the dice and lose it...On the other hand starting small will be safer, but when people see us fight, they'll start betting on us too...>>Write-in."We didn't get this far by snatching and running on what looked like an easy score, Flint. No big payout is as easy as it seems. Let's scope out the competition, ask who's fightin tonight, then we decide on whether to dip our feet or dive right in."
>>5156245+1 I'm down with this plan. If we're going for the crime lord rute, it's better if we start using our brain
>>5156232>>”Start small. Put down 15k for the first fight.”
>>5156232Changing from>>5156254to +1 >>5156245
>>5156245+1>>5156232plz give us a buff tomboy Venom or Carnage GF
>>5156221If we go with the costume that QM posted (>>5154998) I'm down for adding something moth-related to our name desu
>>5156232>>”Half of mine, half of yours. We’re partners now.”
>>5156245>>5156250>>5156252>>5156257>>5156261>>5156263Taking these. I'll start writing after I'm done eating.And as for the tomboy gf...we shall see. I've only got a vague idea of what I want to do with Venom atm.
>>5156297Don't get caught up in trying to cater to everyone's whimsy, you might crash and burn. Lets just let it progress naturally. I'd hate it for this promising quest to derail into a pseudo dating sim because I posted some random female Venom picture while shooting the breeze.
>>5156297>MFW Venom in this universe it's actually a female hero that even if she looks freakish has a better PR than 616 Spidy
Yeah, i'm with >>5156306 Scorekeeper. If it was your idea from the start to make a female Venom do it, if not then just make what you want. After all this is a new universe and shit, you can play with ideas and such however you want with this kind of things so yeah, go ahead
>>5156308Interesting if Venom's already out there.if Venom doesn't bond with us first to imprint our mutations then it could be a completely different beast kit-wise if some other super or mutant came first, or it can be nothing more than somewhat above peak human if it's just a random pedestrian.
You turned to face Flint. “We didn’t get this far by snatching and running on what looked like an easy score, Flint. No big payout is as easy as it seems. Let’s scope out the competition, ask who’s fightin’, then we can decide whether we want to dip our feet, or dive right in.”Flint rolled it over in his mind for a moment, and then nodded. “Yeah, I like that. Good thinkin’, Benny.” he said, giving you a friendly slap on the arm.“Someone’s gotta be the brains of this operation.”“Then I guess that makes me ‘the brawn’.” Flint said, flexing his huge biceps.“No, that’s also me. I can tear cars apart with my bare hands, Flint.”“Then what am I supposed to do?”“Aww, don’t worry, pal. We’ll find something for you to do…someday.” you said with a sly grin. Flint threw up his arms in frustration.“You two ladies done?” said a rather deep voice from the door. You turned in that direction and saw a pair of eyes peeking out at you through a tiny slit. Despite only seeing that part of his face, you could already recognize that this man was covered in tattoos and piercings.You felt yourself straighten almost immediately, tension returning to your muscles.“W-we didn’t knock yet. We didn’t do the secret knock.” Flint said.“Oh, I know. I could hear you talking by the door, though. You boys got some real talent. You should take that act on the road. I really mean that.” the doorman said, his eyes showing genuine amusement for a split second.You lifted a hand as a thankful gesture.“Can we just do the knock already?” Flint asked.“Yeah, sure. Knock yourself out.” he replied.“You’re hilarious.” Flint groaned, clearly not amused in the slightest.“Thanks. That means a lot coming from you, Marko.”After Flint did the secret knock and gave the code, the doorman slid the peephole shut, unlatched a bunch of locks and swung the door open to let you inside. ‘Right this way, boys.”—---After being led through a series of winding hallways that reminded you of catacombs, you found yourself in a room bathed in crimson light. In the center of the room was a large square cage, and on the outside of that cage were bleachers carved from stone. And lining those bleachers were men and women alike, demanding to see blood spilt and bones broken. It was like some sort of sadistic amphitheater.“Classy place…” you muttered. Flint must’ve heard it, because he let out a soft chuckle.“This, my dear friend, is the Crucible. This is where boys become men, and where men become women after someone chops their balls off.” he said.“You’re not really selling it to me, buddy.” you said, not taking your eyes off of the cage.(Cont.)
“That’s because I’m not trying to. I just want you to know what you’re getting yourself into.” he said, facing you now.“I’m thinking it’s gonna be that cage.” you said, pointing at it through squinted eyes. This lighting is seriously harsh on the eyes.“Very funny. Let’s find us some seats first, tough guy.”You and Flint crept past a few of the fans and found yourselves seated next to an unusually ripped man with dark skin. His physique would almost put Flint to shame.“First timers?” he asked without looking at you.“He is. I’m not.” Marko said.The man looked over to you and flashed you a dazzling smile. Like literally. The guy had a grill that spelled “Fuck You”. He was also blind in his right eye.“Congratulations. You about to get your cherry popped.”“Can’t wait.” you said in an unenthusiastic tone as you scanned the crowd with your eyes.“Me neither. Got some serious competition tonight.” he said, still smiling.“You a fighter?” you asked, returning your gaze to the black man.“Nah. Not here, at least.” he shrugged. “But they are.” he said, pointing at two people on the other side of the room. One had a cane and tinted shades.“The fucking blind guy!?” you shouted.The large man chuckled. “Don’t let the whole ‘blind guy’ routine fool you. That there’s Stick, and the little lady standing beside him is White Tiger. Both of them’s veterans round these parts.”“They got a lot of matches under their belts?” Flint asked.The large man nodded. “Almost all wins, too.”You stared at the blind man, and in an instant, his head turned slightly in your direction. He said something to the woman with dark skin, and she turned to look at you too. You quickly looked away, scanning the crowd for any other potential fighters.“That’s Tarantula over there. She’s a wild one too. Likes to brutalize her opponents.” the large man said, pointing at another young woman with dark hair and a purple highlight in her hair. Although, the actual color was a bit difficult to pin down with this funky lighting. The girl was bouncing on her heels and rolling her shoulders. She looked a bit restless.“Hey, who’s that?” Flint said, pointing at a part of the room where a single woman stood. You spotted her immediately, because everyone else was giving her a very wide berth. You weren’t sure why, though. The woman was beautiful. Her hair was deep red, and she wore a black leather jacket over a small white blouse. Her pants were made of a similar material, but one of the legs had been cut off. Her arms and legs were covered in what appeared to be fishnets.The large man broke out into a sort of laughing cough. “Aw, shit! They let Typhoid motherfuckin’ Mary back in here! Now it’s gonna be a party!”(Cont.)
“Who the hell’s Typhoid Mary?” you asked.The man grinned at you. “You’ll find out. I wouldn’t be surprised if she was somewhere on that roster, tonight.”You looked at Flint, and he shrugged at you. You remember checking that list at least 10 times, and there wasn’t a “Typhoid Mary” on it. If she was on there, she was hiding her real name.Flint gave you a look that said “Are you sure about this?”.>”All in.”>”Half and half.">"Start small.">”Let's just watch for now.">Write-in.
>>5156422>>”Half and half."
>>5156422>"A single blind man and a bunch of women? What is this, a fight pit or is the blind guy gonna ref for the tantalizing mud wrestling we're about to witness?">>”All in.”I'm sure we can at the very least squeak one match out, mutant spider powers should trump the man-without-fear's ninja training, I hope, unfortunately I'm drawing a blank on who the others are, but we can see how we feel about placing more bets after one match, right?
>>5156422>Half and half>"Trust me Flint , some spiders you can't squash no matter what you hit them with..." >"Like this real big one that my ma had to drop a bowling ball on"
>>5156420>White TigerOOOOOH BABY! Is she THE White Tiger? If it is then sorry anons, i'm already sold in this waifu-bowl>"Y'know? It might be a good idea if we go half and half... Best case scenario we make some bucks, worst case... Well, you've been here before, what could be the worst case scenario?"
>>5156422>”Half and half."
>>5156422>”All in.”>To Barracuda, "You want my advice? Go all in on me, easy money."
>>5156422>”Half and half."All these legit super heroes and villains in here and Barracuda is the guy who scares me the most.Love that motherfucker.
>>5156483He is unironically the craziest person in the room, even with Mary here.>>5156423>>5156444>>5156457>>5156460>>5156461Writing...
>>5156483Everyone loves barracuda
“Y’know, it might be a better idea if we go half and half this time around.” you said, leaning forward a bit. “Best case scenario, we make a few bucks. Worst case scenario…well, you’re a regular here, right? How bad could it be?”“What happened to all that confidence from before, huh? Not liking the competition?” Flint said, a little too smug for your liking.“Trust me, Flint. There’s some spiders you can’t squash, no matter what you hit them with…” you said, returning your gaze to Typhoid Mary. “Like this real big one my Ma had to drop a bowling ball on. The little fucker was massive, Flint! I tell ya, it was-”Flint promptly placed his head in his hands and groaned loudly. “Please, God. Don’t let me lose all my money because of this moron.” he prayed.—---After signing up as a last minute addition, you entrusted Flint with 15k, since he offered you the same. You weren’t in the mood to tell him that Tombstone paid you more than everyone else other than Beetle, so you kept quiet about that little part.You went to the bathroom, removed your shirt, replaced your jeans with some sweatpants, and slid the cloth mask over your face. Flint mentioned that they didn’t allow any weapons or armor during these fights, so you were a bit more confident in knowing that you wouldn’t face off against somebody with a sword.Once you were done, you went straight to the reception area, told them your stage name and arranged to be involved in the tournament they were holding.You could tell from the look she gave you that the receptionist didn’t think much of you, but you were determined to change that perspective, right here, tonight.After a brief waiting period that felt like it stretched on forever, you were called to take the center stage with your opponent.—---“IIIIIN THIS CORNERRR, WE HAVE A NEW FIGHTER! HE TRAINED DEEP IN THE MOUNTAINS, RAN WITH THE GAZELLES AND WRESTLED LIONS IN THE SAVANNAH! BUT ALL THAT BORED HIM, SO HE CAME HERE SEEKING A CHALLENGE, FOLKS! LET’S GIVE IT UP FORRRRR…”The announcer paused and leaned in to whisper in your ear. “Hey! What’s your name, kid?”“The Huntsman.”“The what? The Cuntsman?”“No, no! What the fuck, dude? I said ‘The Huntsman’!”“The Hunter?”Jesus H. Christ! You know that it’s loud in here, but come on!“THE. HUNTSMAN.”He nodded and gave you a sly wink? Was he just taking the piss out of you?“LET'S GIVE IT UP FOR THE FOR…THE HUNTSMAAAAAAN!”Despite not knowing who you were, the crowd went ballistic. And as much as you hated to admit it, that was mostly thanks to the energy that the announcer brought to the pit.You waved at the crowd, performed a couple of acrobatic flips, flashed a few of rude gestures and swaggered your way into the cage.(Cont.)
“AND IN THE NEXT CORNER, WEEE HAVE A RETURNING FAVORITE! SHE IS THE QUEEN OF MEAN! SHE’S BROKEN MORE LIMBS THAN SHE HAS HEARTS, AND SHE WAS THE ONLY ONE WHO HAD MANAGED TO SNEAK A KNIFE PAST SECURITY IN AT LEAST A DECADE! HERE SHE IS…TAAAAAARANTULAAA!”As the audience applauded, the young girl from before stepped into the room, clearly wanting to have the more dramatic entrance. She whipped her long, multicolored hair back, tied it with a ribbon and threw a few punches to impress the crowd. She was young, and likely overconfident, but she had great form.Tarantula entered the cage as well, and the announcer shut and locked it behind her. It was a futile gesture, considering how this was a place for superhumans to duke it out. But then again, who’d come here of all places if they were scared of getting a little hurt. This was obviously an arena for seasoned fighters that were confident in their abilities. And then there was you. The suped up mutie who got bit by a spider earlier this week.Honestly? Seeing this girl now, you’re starting to like your odds a little better.“LET’S GET READY TO RUMBLEEEEE!”There was the ring of a bell, and both of you were moving before you even realized it.What will you do?>Web her feet and punch her square in the face while she’s recovering.>Trade with her. She doesn’t look that tough.>Snag the top of the cage and pull yourself up for a devastating knee-strike.>Web her chest and pull her into a massive clothesline.>Make her look bad by expertly avoiding all of her blows.>Write-in.
>>5156527>Use your sticky fingers to rip off her top, and then while she's distracted hit her with a Samaran Spinning Head Kick.
>>5156527>Trade with her. She doesn’t look that tough.
>>5156527>Web up her legs and when she falls give her a knee to the jaw, not enough to break it, just enough to rattle her brain a little
>>5156527>>Web her feet and punch her square in the face while she’s recovering.
>>5156527>Make her look bad by expertly avoiding all of her blows.Just avoid a couple, not being a minute avoiding each attack>Then fake a punch, kick to her feet to make her loose balance and a hook. Then retreat for some distance
>>5156527>>Make her look bad by expertly avoiding all of her blows.
>>5156527Ideahttps://youtu.be/gqMafRBqwakFucking style on her with some sick ass kicks.
>>5156527>>>Web her feet and punch her square in the face while she’s recovering.
Is spider silk a real thing? I bet we can collect weba that we shoot then sell it maybe.
>>5156550>>5156557>>5156582Roll 1d100, bo3!>>5156592Spider-Man's webs start dissolving after about 1 or 2 hours. Peter could, however, make adjustments to his web fluid formula to have them create different effects.
>>5156584Meant to ping you too
Rolled 79 (1d100)>>5156595
Rolled 43 (1d100)>>5156595
Rolled 81 (1d100)>>5156595
Rolled 52 (1d100)>>5156595
>>5156607nice work anon
>>5156595One spiderman shoots whens from his veins, and the other one makes the webs. So our webs disolve?
>>5156600>>5156602>>5156607Taking these. Writing...>>5156612It's a convenient cop-out. Kind of like the Speedforce
>81Tarantula was on you in an instant, erasing the distance between the two of you in only a few short steps. You reacted accordingly, blocking and parrying a flurry of quick strikes meant to disorient and disable.Somewhere in between those strikes, though, you managed to flick your wrist downward and fire a web at her foot. By the time she realized what had happened, the power and accuracy of her punches had already taken a hit, due to her lack of balance.Her last punch put her way off balance and she tripped momentarily. You took the opportunity to deliver a devastating knee to her jaw. Her head jerked back like she’d been hit by a cannon, and she nearly doubled over right there.While she was disoriented, you placed your raised leg on her shoulder, launched yourself into the air and shot a web at the cage’s ceiling.The audience let out a resounding “Ooh” as if they’d felt her pain from there. But to the girl’s credit, she recovered far faster than you thought she would. Within seconds, she was already trying to take pot shots at you.Even while dangling upside down from the ceiling, you were able to easily lean away from her punches, taunting her all the while. Her anger grew, and she decided to try a high kick to your temple.Anticipating this, you flipped backwards to avoid it, webbed her raised foot and connected it to the one on the ceiling. When you landed, you were met with cheers from the audience.Tarantula sat there, one leg glued to the ground, and the other dangling in the air and hanging by a thread. She kicked and squirmed, but both of you knew that she wasn’t going anywhere.You approached her casually, raised your hands to rile up the audience, turned and delivered a well-placed right hook to the side of her face. You were careful to avoid hitting her in the exact place, just to mitigate some of the damage.The girl’s body fell limp, and her head and shoulders sank towards the floor. For a brief moment, everything and everyone went silent.“Can someone let me out of here? Let’s move this along, people!” you said while clapping your hands.The crowd went wild. As you soaked up their praise, you mentally evaluated Tarantula’s performance tonight. She wasn’t a bad fighter at all, just a bit out of her league. You probably won’t be hiring her anytime soon, but there’s a possibility that she uses gear to augment her abilities.You’ll have to look into it later.—---“How’re the bets looking?” you asked Flint while leaning over a metal railing.“We made good money on that last fight, but people are starting to think that you might be some sorta dark horse.” he said with an amused grin.“After that last match, I don’t blame them.” you shrugged. “Does that mean that we won’t be making much back from these fights?”(Cont.)
“We should still be able to turn a good profit. These people have a lot of faith in these vets. I don’t doubt that the house is favoring Tiger and Stick to whoop your ass in these next few fights.” he said, double-checking some notes he’d scribbled on a pad.“Oh, yeah? We’ll see about that.” you said, pushing off of the railing and heading for the cage once more.Unsurprisingly, both Stick and Tiger moved up the ladder. Both were almost unnaturally fast and unusually strong, but pegged Tiger as the actual superhuman to watch out for. Curiously, you never saw Mary fight.—-----After some brief introductions, you and Tiger entered the cage together. She seemed a lot less tense than the last girl, but she was definitely more…developed. The skimpy white top didn’t leave much to the imagination, and you had to imagine that those tight pants were cutting off her circulation.The two of you squared off in the middle of the ring, savoring the tension before fighting a truly skilled opponent.“Let’s have a nice clean fight, huh?” she said.You made a show of looking around in confusion. “Where do you think we are?”She shrugged and let out a small snort. “It was worth a shot, I guess.” she said, before raising her hands.“I respect the effort, though.” you replied.The bell rang, and the woman’s arm blurred.What will you do?>Kick her into the cage wall and web her to it.>Web her arms to her chest and kick her in the face.>Trade with her. You’ve been waiting for a real challenge all night.>Jump behind her, web her hair and slam her head on the ground.>Hogtie her with your webs. You’ve got to give these people a show!>Write-in.
>>5156653>Jump behind her, web her hair and slam her head on the ground.
>>5156653>Act , talk and fight like Rocky Balboa, just to have a little fun with the match
>>5156653>Jump behind her, web her hair and slam her head on the ground.Shooting webs into her hair she will be more cautious to remove our webs that way.
>>5156653>>Trade with her. You’ve been waiting for a real challenge all night.I don't want to mess with pretty girl's hair then they will all shave it to fight better.>Captcha : SHAVX
>>5156653>Trade with her. You’ve been waiting for a real challenge all night.How much real life fighting experience does our mad lad Ben has, and how much of that translated to his mutated self?
>>5156653>Jump behind her, web her hair and slam her head on the ground."You want things clean? Start by cleanin' that blood off your face and the bits of floor out of your teeth, eh?"
>>5156653>>Jump behind her, web her hair and slam her head on the ground.>arm blurredShes gonna go for our balls
>>5156664>>5156669>>5156709>>5156733>>5156736Roll 1d100, bo3!
>>5156699Ben's been in street brawls, but he's never had to fight for his life before. Fighting trained assassins and killers is all new to him
Rolled 35 (1d100)>>5156738SATAN GUIDE MY SPIDER COCK
Rolled 32 (1d100)>>5156739Better now then never I suppose? How much did we win for the last fight?
Rolled 77 (1d100)>>5156738
>>5156741Satan found your spider cock to be subpar.>>5156744Mines was no better it seems. This fight will either end very well, or poorly. Fingers crossed we know a back alley doctor.>>5156745>lucky double 7'sI spoke too soon
I dont see why we shouldnt consider hiring Tarantula. Maybe she needs her full kit to be a super thread. We do at least know shes good at smuggling things on her person, which could be useful.
>>5157052She's got potential for sure, but we really need to see her with her full kit.Maybe we should hire her on for some low stakes job and see what she can really do when push comes to shove.
>>5157052>>5157067I mean... I don't think we should think so soon about hiring or not someone, but yeah, maybe we should buy Tarantula a drink or something so we can talk to her, to know her
>>5157109Yeah, we should have something going on before we start shelling out for goons. Especially ones with super powers.On the topic of irregular employment though, we should grab Barracuda's contact info while we're here.I'm not saying we hire him on as full time member of our crew or anything like that.But when we do actually have more than a few goons under us, we should call him in and see if he's willing to give our boys some training.I know for a fact it wouldn't be the first time he's done something like that either.Him and any other special forces veteran.
>>5157113This.At most, we should make connections with diverse skill sets and kits that we can call up for job offers or that might think of us if they need some extra-bodies for one of their own jobs, much like we pretend did with Flint and our alter-ego and actually did with Tombstone.We need to actually have property, safe houses and more money and reputation than we currently have before we start actually permanently recruiting goons or anything other than a party that can fit into a four seater car and that's already counting us and Flint. We need to be very selective right now and we've already got the muscle side of things covered, getting someone else that punches good on a more permanent basis wouldn't offer good synergy. We need a tech/hackerman guy at least.
>>5156741>>5156744>>5156745Taking these. Writing...
>>5157126>We need a tech/hackerman guy at least.Hm...who to look for though?The most prominent tinkerer in New York that I'm aware of is the Vulture, and that's definitely not gonna happen.
>>5157151You know that "the Tinkerer" literally is a New York based spidey villain?
>>5157155I had a sneaking suspicion that somebody went by that alias.Either way, I'm sure there'll be a few options should we decide to pursue them.
>>5157151>Hm...who to look for though?Maybe we can meet a guy, who knows a guy whose cousin knows some other guy who's a wizard with computers.>>5157155True, but he's got a good gig going supplying every paying super crook with gadgets and tech, best we can hope for with him is just being another one of his customers, not someone that would actively work for or with us as tech support during a job.
>77Without thinking, you ducked a claw swipe and just barely managed to parry a combination of high kicks aimed at your head and torso. She was somehow faster than you remembered her being. She was at least fast enough to keep up with you, and that was a serious problem.You leapt behind her to avoid a spinning kick, fired two weblines at her hair and yanked them down. She fell back, and the back of her skull bounced off of the ground. You let go of the weblines and landed in a crouch, watching her writhe on the ground. You hoped that you hadn’t given her brain damage or somethin-White Tiger performed a handspring, and in an instant, she was back on her feet, seemingly fit as a fiddle.“Ooh! That was a nasty one.” she groaned, rubbing the back of her head with both hands.You snatched up the weblines from the floor and pulled, hoping to force her to the ground again. But instead, they fell away from her shoulders, no longer attached to her hair. The edges looked frayed, almost like they were cut or pulled apart.You looked up at the scantily clad woman and stared at her for a moment. Not only did she instantly recover from a hit that should've given her a concussion, but she cut your webs. No one’s ever done that before. While you’ve never tested the tensile strength of it, you assumed that it had to be fairly sturdy to support the weight of a full grown man.Before you could pursue these thoughts any further, White Tiger was on you once again. Curiously, you noticed that the tiger amulet around her neck was letting off a faint green glow. Could that be important somehow? If she can shrug off hits like the one you gave her before, maybe now would be a good opportunity to test her capabilities.>Snatch the amulet from her neck>Try to hit her with a punch using your full strength.>Try to place an explosive “Mark” on her.>”Have you ever considered working for someone else? I could probably pay you more than these guys could.”>”Hey, you’re pretty good. Sorry about the hair thing. I really want to win that prize money.”>”No one’s ever broken my webs before. I’m impressed!”>Write-in.
>>5157165>Snatch the amulet from her neckME WANT GLOWY THING ME WANNA USE STICKY FINGERS
>>5157165>Snatch the amulet from her neckCan't have shit in new-york
>>5157165>”No one’s ever broken my webs before. I’m impressed!”>Snatch the amulet from her neck
>>5157165>Snatch the amulet from her neck
>>5157167>>5157169>>5157170>>5157174>>5157180Taking these. Writing...Also, I've had some time off work these past few days, but now I'm going back. I'll keep updating daily, but I won't have as much time to work on it. I plan to wake up in the early afternoons and post updates until late in the evening. Hope you guys stick around.
>>5157165>>Snatch the amulet from her neck>Try to place an explosive “Mark” on her.>”No one’s ever broken my webs before. I’m impressed!”
>>5157170+1>"But, little miss muffet, I'm afraid this isn't going your WHEY>....get it?
Rolled 20 (1d100)testing my luck.
White Tiger took a swipe at you, and you reached up to grab her shoulder. You made a show of trying to make it look like you were struggling to push her back. But in reality, you were using your thumb and index finger to pinch the fabric of the string she was using to hold up her amulet. With your superhuman strength, it was apparently enough to snap the string, allowing the amulet to fall right into your waiting hand.“No one’s ever broken my webs before. I’m impressed!” you said, pushing off of her and creating some distance. You had already stuffed the amulet into your pocket, and you doubt she saw you do it.“I’m flattered. And a little pissed that you got that shit in my hair.” she said with a slight smirk. Tiger came at you again. But this time, she was noticeably slower, and her punches didn’t have the same power behind them as they once did.“It was nothing personal. And neither is this.”You threw a punch in the middle of her combination, disrupting her rhythm and snapping her head back. Her eyes went wide as her legs buckled beneath her. She clearly thought that she could take that hit. And you were happy to prove her wrong.White Tiger staggered back a few feet, only to fall flat on her face. By the time the ref started the count, you could see that she wouldn’t be shrugging this one off.Out of the corner of your eye, you could see “Stick” shaking his head in disappointment.—------“That was incredible, Benny! You really shut her down, real good!” Flint said, giving you a slap on the back.“How much did we make from that last one?” you asked.“Oh…not much. It was only about, uh…35k!”“Holy shit, Flint!”“I know, man! I know! You were right about all this. That blind guy doesn’t stand a chance!” he said, grinning from ear to ear.Internally, you were jumping from joy. If your math was right, you were up 55k already! It’s too bad that you wouldn’t be able to replicate the success of this plan once your name was out there. This is easy money!“Hey, heads up!” Flint whispered. “Blind guy, 6 o’clock.”You turned calmly to see that “Stick had indeed been approaching you. Now that you saw him up close, you thought that he had an impressive physique. He must’ve been hitting the gym almost every day and going at it like a man possessed.“Hey.” he said.“Hey.” you replied, trying to seem as nonchalant as possible.“That was a good fight. You’re an excellent fighter. Crafty too.”“Thanks. You’re not so bad yourself. For a blind guy, I mean.”Instead of denying it, he just nodded and gave you a small grin.(Cont.)
>>5157200Did somebody say little miss Muffet?https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=XJvOouDJ0yc
“I’m afraid you have something that belongs to my student. While I warned her about carrying it around her neck, she insisted that no one would be able to take it from her.” he growled, seemingly more annoyed with her than he was with you. “Would you be willing to return it to her?”How did this guy even notice that you took it? You’re not THAT rusty.>Toss the amulet to him. "I only needed it to win, anyway.">”Tell me what is first, and I’ll consider it.”>”I have no idea what you’re talking about, man.”>”How about you try to win it back from me in our next fight?”>”What’ll you give me in return?">Write-in.
>>5157222>Toss the amulet to him. "I only needed it to win, anyway."let's earn some brownie points.
>>5157222>”How about you try to win it back from me in our next fight?”Translation: Take it from our cold, dead hands
>>5157222>Write-in.>Take out the amulet and tie it around our neck.>"If you want it so badly, you'll fight me in the ring and take it off my unconscious body, either that or you take a dive and I give it to you after the fight chump."Just be the biggest asshole possible, just as god made us.
>>5157224he probably would kill us for it, lets play this smart. friendship and mutual respect can pay dividends in the future.>>5157222>Toss the amulet to him. "I only needed it to win, anyway."
>>5157222>”What’ll you give me in return?"It's not like we can actually find a buyer for this magical amulet anyhow.Nobody that would actually pay at least what it's worth anyhow.May as well make lemonade and get something out of the old man.
>>5157222>Write-in>"Wait, how do you?... Bah, ok, you look like a cool guy and i'm impressed you fucking knew about it">Take the amulet from the pocket but don't give it right away>"I hope there's no hard feelings from this... But if she's your student, are you interested in another one?">Offer the amulet in the middle of us
>>5157222>Toss the amulet to him. "I only needed it to win, anyway."
>>5157222>Toss the amulet to him. "I only needed it to win, anyway.">"Tell her to keep a closer guard on it. It was depressingly easy to get it off."
>>5157222>”How about you try to win it back from me in our next fight?”Fan the flames of rivalry
>>5157222Now is this the actual Stick or Murdock? I'm leaning towards Stick but QM keeps posting Matt so I dunno.
>>5157246It's Matt. No one knows that he's Daredevil, so they just started calling him "Stick", on account of the cane he walks with.
>>5157247Oh okay, then I'm changing my vote to >”How about you try to win it back from me in our next fight?”Let's see if Matty can keep up.
>>5157227Fuck it I'm changing my write in to:>”How about you try to win it back from me in our next fight?”Just so I can stop us from giving the amulet away for free.
>>5157222>>Toss the amulet to him. "I only needed it to win, anyway."
>>5157223>>5157238>>5157231>>5157242>>5157259>5 for Toss>>5157224>>5157230>>5157244>>5157249>>5157254>5 for Fight/BarterWill wait for a tiebreaker. Unless you want me to count "Fight" and "Barter" as separate votes.
>>5157267>”How about you try to win it back from me in our next fight?”
>>5157267Fight and barter are different votes. One is, challenge me for this. The other is, pay me for this
>>5157270yeah, that's what I thought too.
>>5157267Fight and barter are different votes. One is trying to stroke your ego, the other is trying to get cash or some other reward.
>>5157270>>5157273Recounting>>5157223>>5157228>>5157242>>5157259>4 for Toss>>5157224>>5157244>>5157249>>5157254>>5157269>5 for fight>>5157230>>51572312 for Barter.Consensus: FightWriting...
>>5157267Those are different. I mean, sometimes its fine in some context to not go for the highest vote if the majority wants something else.
You took a step closer to him and narrowed your eyes. “How about you try to win it back from me in the next fight?”The blind man sighed and crossed his arms. He looked like he’d been expecting this.He leaned closer, his lips only inches away from your ear. “If you give the amulet back, I’d be willing to withdraw. I can also throw the match and make it look real.” he whispered.You took a step back, examining his expression for any trace of fear, anxiety or shame. You found nothing. He was either very good at hiding his emotions, or he truly didn’t care about the next match’s outcome.“Why? What do you get out of it besides this amulet?” you asked.“It means nothing to me, but it’s important to her.” he said, pointing back at White Tiger, who was laid out on a bench. “I understand that it’s…something of a family heirloom. It only works for those in her family.”You pondered this proposition for a minute. Was he lying? Maybe this amulet was actually super valuable, and his stupid disciple was trying to show it off. Or maybe…this “Stick” guy was too scared to try and take it back from you in a fair fight. But if you didn’t fight him tonight, you might not get another chance to get a proper assessment of his skills.“As for the match,” Stick continued. “I’m not exactly hurting for cash right now. I only entered the competition so my disciple would feel more comfortable with the idea. Her fight with you tonight was something of a test.” he said dispassionately.What will you do?>”I’m not letting you get off that easy. I want a fair, straight fight with you.”>”You’d seriously be willing to throw the match just for this stupid amulet?”>”Tell ya what. Meet me outside with all your gear and weapons. That way, we can really scrap. And whoever comes out on top, gets the amulet.”>”Now I’m thinking I can get a little more out of you for this thing.”>Put the amulet on and see if it has any effect.>Write-in.
>>5157304>Win or lose, zatoichi, you can have your amulet. All I wanna see is if you break before you been? Feel me? You a reed or an oak?
>>5157307*before you bend.
>>5157304>”You’d seriously be willing to throw the match just for this stupid amulet?”
>>5157304>”You’d seriously be willing to throw the match just for this stupid amulet?”>tell ya what, I'll give it to ya after the match. win or lose.
>>5157318+1 I saw something like this coming. I say we should ask him to also take us for his student
>>5157304>”You’d seriously be willing to throw the match just for this stupid amulet?”We should keep the amulet anyway after though, just to be an asshole
Hope we meet White Rabbit. Love that doofus
>>5157304>”You’d seriously be willing to throw the match just for this stupid amulet?”>"At that point, it's no fun. I'll just give it to you after the match, win or lose."
>>5157304>>”You’d seriously be willing to throw the match just for this stupid amulet?”>>"At that point, it's no fun. I'll just give it to you after the match, win or lose.
>>5157304>”You’d seriously be willing to throw the match just for this stupid amulet?”I feel like giving it back after the match win or lose would be too much of a nice guy thing to do. Remember guys, we are playing as a villain/asshole spiderman.
>>5157318+1 for good sportsmanshipBut ask to fight him with all his gear afterwards.
>>5157304Scorekeeper, besides the betting, have we been getting payed for all the matches we're been doing? Is the 35k our share of the money, or between us and Flint?
>>5157350Your total earnings from these bets are 55k. A lot of people bet against you in the first two matches, but they're starting to catch on.
>>5157344we're a criminal, not an asshole.
>>5157355Yeah, I figure if we beat "Stick" the cat's out of the bag for good.That said, it's a tall order.A young spider might not be ready to climb that high just yet.
>>5157359Well...we ARE a bit of an asshole.First thing we did was steal a man's watch as he offered a helping hand.
>>5157344Maybe I'm misunderstanding but so far we've been mostly cordial. I don't really recall any major asshole moment from us outside of some petty theft.
>>5157367He was a rich asshole, who cares.
>>5157359We are an asshole tho, it was pretty much unanimously agreed early on that we would be a criminal and an absolute rat of a human being.
>>5157367it was nothing personal just business... and it was a really nice watch. think of it as compensation for the spider bite.
>>5157367I'm with >>5157359, being opportunistic or stealing things in the qrong moments doesn't mean we're assholes.I'm good with being a little bit of an asshole, but some anons want to go to a far extreme that honestly I don't like so much
>>5157376I see us as an asshole just not one enough to keep a priceless family heirloom when he wouldn't have much to gain if what said about it only working for her family however if it was more that person can go fuck themselves shiny shiny mother fucker. I want us to be a badder person though, just want us to not be to much of the asshole type of a bad person.
We can make him buy it back if we win the fight.
>>5157374>We are an asshole tho, it was pretty much unanimously agreed early on that we would be a criminal and an absolute rat of a human being.>Unanimously agreed.Nigga, this is thread number 1 just go to the top and check. It was just a couple of anons wanting to be the biggest scumbags on the face of the planet and I quote "like steal an non essential organ and sell it on the black market kind of douchebag", everybody else just wanted to be a cheeky dick-ass thief motherfucker not a psychopath.Being a greedy, sticky fingered klepto is enough. We'll try to swindle from just about anyone we can, and even backstab some fuck we just met, but if we do get caught? No hard feelings, eh bruv? Just keeping the skills sharp.We'll break into peoples homes to sleep on their bed, we'll jaywalk, slap some fat fuck's soft drink out of his hands and say you're welcome, steal someone's jacket so that we later leave it on the chair at a restaurant and pretend we're just going outside for a phonecall but dine and dash, trip some jogger or fart in the elevator as we're leaving and people are getting in so they get to enjoy the smell.If it gets a rise out of someone we want to piss off? We'll do it. Even if it means volunteering at a soup kitchen every day for a month to throw some super hero with a vendetta off because fuck'em, we've got time.https://youtu.be/UrgpZ0fUixs
“You’d seriously be willing to throw the match just for this stupid amulet?” you asked, patting your pocket.Stick shrugged. “I’m not particularly concerned about my reputation. And the way I see it, I’m probably gonna come out on top once this is all over.”“And why’s that?”The blind man grinned like a mad man. “Because I’ve been betting on you all night…Benny.”Your body tensed up immediately, and you considered whether this might become a problem. But if he knew your name, and wasn’t planning on using it as leverage against you, then you might not have to worry about it.“You’re a crazy bastard, you know that? But I won’t let you throw that match. What’d be the fun in that?” you said, not able to prevent yourself from returning his smile. “ Tell ya what? I’ll give it to ya after the match. Win or lose.”His smile became more genuine. Appreciative.“That would be…very generous of you. If it’s a fight you want, then I’ll give you one. I only have one stipulation.” he said, leaning closer again. “No webs, no weapons. We fight with our fists alone. Deal?”While you’re aware that not using your webs would put you at a disadvantage, you’re curious to see whether this guy could lay you out, even with your spider powers.“Deal. But I get to use my feet too.” you said.Stick nodded, and he walked back towards White Tiger. You had the next couple of minutes to figure out whether you wanted to honor your promise not to use your webs.“The hell was that about?” Flint asked, clearly on edge.“I think things are starting to get a little more interesting around here.”—---As both you and Stick entered the cage, you squared up and tried to anticipate his next move. You weren’t feeling that weird “tingling” sensation right now, so you were probably safe for the moment.“No hard feelings, right?” he said, raising his fists.The bell rang, but neither of you moved.What will you do?>Get aggressive. Use your superhuman speed to your advantage.>Taunt him into attacking you first, and retaliate when you see an opening.>Hit him with a series of rapid kicks. You said that you’d use your feet.>Web him up and leave him defenseless. You had no intention of knee-capping yourself during this match.>Write-in.
>>5157448>Web him up and leave him defenseless. You had no intention of knee-capping yourself during this match.I have a feeling that we may be outmatched here, lets not make our chances of defeat any higher by giving away an advantage. In a real fight you use all you got.(Also I don't want to lose the money that flint has been betting on us to win.)
>>5157448>Get aggressive. Use your superhuman speed to your advantage.>Hit him with a series of rapid kicks. You said that you’d use your feet.
>>5157448Also, I knew I was right when I said telling Flint our identity was a bad idea. Now we've got a Virtual unknown who can easily expose us. Fuck. What do we do?
>>5157448>Get aggressive. Use your superhuman speed to your advantage.
>>5157448>>Get aggressive. Use your superhuman speed to your advantage.
>>5157458To be entirely honest, having someone figure out your nickname isn't the worst thing in the world. Matt only picked up on it because of his super hearing. Privileged information only becomes leverage if someone has an active interest in using it against you.
>>5157448>>Web him up and leave him defenseless. You had no intention of knee-capping yourself during this match.Trusting a everything out of a crook's words at face value? C'mon now.>>5157458>I knew I was right when I said telling Flint our identity was a bad idea.Kek, what? What does that have to do with this? We told Flint before we got to the crucible. If we didn't tell him, nothing would change unless we just didn't come here to fight in the first place.
>>5157448>Get aggressive. Use your superhuman speed to your advantage.>Hit him with a series of rapid kicks. You said that you’d use your feet
>>5157448>Get aggressive. Use your superhuman speed to your advantage.I like the idea of webbing him, but only if we can't match him. Gotta have an ace up the sleeve
>>5157454>>5157464>>5157469>>5157474>>5157480>>5157486Roll 1d100-10, bo3!(If you don't know how, that's written as "1d100+-10")
Rolled 14 + 10 (1d100 + 10)>>5157500
Rolled 17 - 10 (1d100 - 10)>>5157500
>>5157473Do you really not understand? Flint literally shouted our name and the blind guy with good hearing obviously heard him somehow, that's what this has to do with this. I don't understand what your trying to say. Is it not a bad thing that some rando from nowhere knows who we are?
Rolled 34 + 10 (1d100 + 10)>>5157500
>>5157445Reading that was kinda cringey, but I see your point.
Rolled 24 + 10 (1d100 + 10)TestWeird, twice I rolled and it didn't work.
>>5157503>>5157505>>51575144, 7, 24. We jobbed fucking hard, eh?
Rolled 78 + 10 (1d100 + 10)>>5157500too late but...
>>5157532hopefully we can still recover if we haven't had our ass beat too bad.
>>5157509>that's what this has to do with thisAssumptions.We came in without the costume on.Matt saw us scooping out the place while talking to Barracuda. We then went to put on our costume. Flint knowing or not didn't change this. He'd still call us by our name, we'd probably make up some bullshit to sneak away and put on the costume to fight, Matt would still put two and two together.What I'm trying to say is that the majority vote to reveal ourselves to Flint wasn't the one that triggered the literal blind ninja finding out.
It had to happen sooner or later.I'm just glad it happened against one of the greatest martial artists in the Multiverse.
>>5157569Well, some anons wanted to go fair and square despite QM having stated Ben's fighting experience amounted to some street fights.Just hope this isn't a precedent for a string of poor rolls after all the previous good ones.To be fair though, this was definitely the hardest roll so far. I mean -10 on the on-set? The Man Without Fear ain't holding back.
>>5157584You all forgot rule 181.
>>5157552>the majority vote to reveal ourselves to Flint wasn't the one that triggered the literal blind ninja finding out.That's an assumption anon, note the word "probably" in your own post and the rest.>probably make up some bullshit to sneak away and put on the costume to fight, Matt would still put two and two together.>Assumption madeAnyway we are veering off track. I don't really care that much. What's done is done.
>>5157566ouch, I knew it was a bad idea to get up-close and personal with him without using our webs beforehand. He is a bat ninja afterall.
>>5157584We did just beat up his friend, while snatching her jewelry
>>5156206>>5156208What happened here?
>>5157505>>5157676I don't know, why don't you ask him?
>>5157584To be fair, Ben is a street thief that just got superpowers and used them to get a big payday. His ego is probably making him feel unstoppable, and being 2-0 in a fight against other supers wouldn't help that.It's going to be interesting to see how we handle getting our asses REALLY handed to us though. Given this is a Spiderman quest, it's only a matter of time
>>5157775Waiting for big norman to find out we jacked his convoy and turn us into fucking paste.>OUT AM I
>>5157866Stormin Norman don't fuck around
>>5157866>>5157869Oh fuck, just realized something. Yeah, we jacked some of his stuff, but if we don't fumble rolls and immediately get vaporized, he might give us the whole "Join me SPIDER-MAN, together we can rule this city!" speech, and honestly I don't see why Ben wouldn't take it unless Goblin did something terrible like go after our bro Flint first, making it personal.
>>5157880I don't know. He fucked mysterio. We might not be cool with that
>>5157880 it would be nice to work with him provided we get in his good graces. Having oscorp corporate fun bucks and tech backing us paired with sending in the fucking goblin to carpet bomb our rivals would be sick.
>>5157906Honestly Spiderman and Green Goblin working together sounds great. If they hanged out together it would be awesome.
>>5157906>>5157934What if Norman is a hero in this time line?
>>5157981Then we smoke the Green out!