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Post by Judge Grim on Jun 5, 2004 2:19:39 GMT -5
You ask... you get.
Please post the origin of your Uber hero.
Grim
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Post by Judge Pane on Jun 5, 2004 5:54:19 GMT -5
Fade from black....
I wake up...I'm wet...it's cold, I'm laying in an alley among the garbage and the creatures that dwell in it. My head throbs. My clothes are torn and tattered, bruises, cuts and nicks cover my body. My mind is as if a veil has been thrown over it. I try to remember where I was going, or where I was coming from, nothing, I cannot recall. No i.d., no money, no wallet, like I never existed before this moment. My memories......they come in bits and pieces, flashes, nothing more. Nothing to grasp, nothing to hang on to, snapshots of a past I cannot recall. I feel this strange energy crackling as if in my veins, power coursing through me. It's a strange sensation, I don't recall feeling before. I step from the alley and people look at me as if I am a freak, my skin being ghostly white, my hair in direct contrast, as black as ebony.
I hear a scream, I turn to run to the sound and I am off the ground Flying!! I come upon a woman and her child, the lady struggling with her assailant, he trying to take her purse, her son crying, hiding behind her leg. He can be no more than 5 yrs. old. I shout for the man to leave her alone, he turns, a pistol in his hand. He raises it, I raise my hands in a defensive measure. From my hands come this ENERGY, erupting forward, blasting the criminal nearly half of a block down the street and into unconsciousness.
Happening back out onto the street, a large bald, mountain of a man steps to me. He tells me his name, Judge Grim. He saw my acts and asks if I would help him in his fight against evil in Paragon city.My name, from this moment forward will be Judge Pane. I don't know how long I have been laying onconscious in the alley, or if anyone is looking for me. But for some strange, eerie, unexplained reason I am drawn to fight by the big-mans side. I know now my place, if not where I came from. The awe struck citizens have just witnessed the formation of an immensely powerful partnership, thus The Law is born!! .
The evil that preys on the weak and innocent have a new enemy....The Law!!
Evil beware, judgement has arrived and it ain't pretty!!
Judge Pane
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Post by Judge Arcane on Jun 5, 2004 13:24:39 GMT -5
cool, nice story Pane. Also leaves room for adding stuff later on. Can't wait to see everybody else's too! I'll add mine as soon as come up with them ;D
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Post by Judge Grim on Jun 5, 2004 20:40:53 GMT -5
Judge Grim was born in Philadelphia, PA, the child of a Trial Commissioner and Singer.
At a young age, he learned to fight by studying the Jeet Kune Do and Art of War. an early influence was the dramatic but infamous superhero known as Spiderman. Tragedy struck as a nuclear accident made our hero's hair fall Out.
To get over this harrowing event, the young Judge Grim took up Computer Repair and Power-lifting.
He attended classes at ITT Institute, receiving a degree in Computer Science and placing 2nd in the World Power-lifting Championship.
He then moved to Paragon City, taking a job as a IT manager by day and vowing to end crime and corruption by night. Once there, a chance encounter with the powerful hero known as Judge Pane lead to the formation of The Law, one of Paragon City's most beloved supergroups.
Since forming this group, Judge Grim has carved out a stellar reputation, earning the nickname... Door-filler.
You have been found in violation of... THE LAW!
I Judge you GUILTY.
The sentence is... PANE.
You fought The Law... and The Law WON!
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Post by Judge Iron Fury on Jun 7, 2004 8:44:46 GMT -5
Before the accident, Judge Iron Fury was called Alex Watson, a member of Paragon's Police Dept. Alex Watson answered the call to defend the city against the onslaught of the Rikti. On that fateful day, Watson's body was left half shattered in the cold polluted sewers. Watson laid there for what seemed like hours, and just as death was about to take him, the last smell he remembered in his living life was the smell of rotting cadavers...
...the light, drifting towards it. Happiness. Suddenly everything halts. Darkness...Then light again, but not the light of happiness. Life, if it can be called that, began to fill his being once again. Watson, is lying in a room on a cold table. The smell of rotting cadavers. He sees images of mortificators, reapers, abominations and walking cadavers strolling about. Watson hears a voice saying, "Success!" coming from from the shadows. The man begins to walk closer. Just as his face was about to enter the light, a loud thundering boom ascends upon the lab. The clockwork attacks the corpse. A raging battle begins, and at the end, the clockwork remains.
The clockwork plunders whatever they can, and they notice Watson's body still lying there. Watson tries to move, but couldnt. Life has been restored, but the damage to the body has not been healed. The clockwork stuns Watson, and consciousness once again slips away.
Pain. Agony. Experiment gone wrong? Watson cannot tell. The room was full of clockwork. Studying him. Before any thoughts can cross his mind, sounds of battle can be heard coming towards him. In the confusion, Watson realizes that he can move. He goes to the corner and huddles there. When the commotion comes to a halt, he sees men standing in the room. Heroes. On their chests was an emblem of a scale. The Law.
One of them, a huge man notices Watson and starts to walk towards him. He introduces himself as Judge Pane. Watson begins to speak, "I am Ale....." Watson stops. His right arm, was no longer there. In its place was a robotic arm. His left leg was also replaced by a robotic leg. The damage to his body from the Rikti invasion were repaired by cyber implants. Watson is angry, no he is furious at those who has denied him the peace of death. "I am Fury, Iron Fury. Take me with you."
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ok, so my writing skills aren't all that, but that's my story. enjoy! i'll edit this later during my lunchbreak or something.
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Post by Judge Arcane on Jun 7, 2004 14:12:29 GMT -5
Great story Iron Fury!
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Post by Judge Grim on Jun 8, 2004 15:48:31 GMT -5
Also very nice! Great imagination here guys...
By the way... our emblem is scales... as in you have been weighed on the Scales of Justice.
Grim
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Post by Judge Iron Fury on Jun 8, 2004 21:31:25 GMT -5
oops, yea i knew that. it was just early in the morning and i just woke up and....ladi, ladi, la (excuses are like buttholes, everyone has them, and it stinks...)
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Post by Judge Grim on Jun 9, 2004 9:38:09 GMT -5
Figured ya did... I just like to give folks a hard time... ask Pane Grim
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Post by Judge Pane on Jun 10, 2004 18:17:13 GMT -5
Fury,
A little equation for future reference;
A + B = Grim (if A = ball and B = buster)
Unlike most things, this equation has never been wrong or disputed!!
Pete (Judge Pane)
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Post by Mr Pestilence on Jul 4, 2004 20:58:15 GMT -5
People always say what you know can't hurt you.....
Hmmm, those people obviously have never had the power to rot away animate objects by merely touching them.
Michael Domloski was just an average joe trying to make his way in the world, perhaps just scraping by, but surving none the less. Aside from his job at the Paragon Steel Mill in Steel Canyon Michael also occasionly volunteered at the Scientific Research Center to pick up some side money.
After Michael had signed in at the desk, one of the research assistants came out to have a conference with Michael. He explained that the Doctors were experimenting with some new drugs that they thought could help cure some of the side-effects the new drugs on the streets were having. At first Michael was sceptical but when they offered him $1,000 dollars how could he resist?
What Michael didn't know was that this day of research would leave him a living disease. When he woke up after the testing he found himself strapped down to the table unable to move. When the doctors came in they told him there had been a terrible mishap. In udder horror Michael realized that he didn't quite feel "normal" something had changed.
The Doctors explained to him that the drugs had had an adverse reaction to Michael's immune system and instead of a cure it acted as a disease rotting the flesh from his very bones...after much experimentation they realized that anything that was once living touched him it would rot into nothing at all. So they replaced him with steel limbs and torso..and in the accident his face had taken to a odd shade of black..a permenant rot.
Michael realized that with the robotic limbs he had gained an unparalled strenght and ripped through the steel bonds that held him to the table and broke free of the complex.
Wandering the streets utterally alone for what seemed like an etrinity Michael watched the crime and violence from the alleys always feeling the need to stop them but lacked the motivation, after all why should he the average guy who never had any luck in his life help someone else out.
Then one day while watching a poor old lady getting robbed at gunpoint Michael had his first run in with THE LAW, Judge Freakshow stopped the assailant and save the poor lady. As he was about to leave the Judge spied Michael sitting there in the alley and took pity on him. He explained to Michael that his new powers were a gift not a curse, that he had been given the gift to make a change for all of man kind. He explained that he too could help tip the scales for the good people of Paragon.
Michael went with him, to meet many more just like himself who once took pity on themselves but later realized that they could make a change.
Michael realized that he could be The Plague to wipe out crime...witness the birth of MR PESTILENCE!!!
Justice shall ALWAYS prevail...so says THE LAW!
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Post by Judge Pane on Jul 6, 2004 2:04:15 GMT -5
Good Stuff Mr. P....
Excellent story... A very enjoyable read....!! Except for yer flesh rotting and all.....
Pete (Judge Pane)
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Post by Judge Iron Fury on Jul 6, 2004 8:47:12 GMT -5
Nice story Pestilence. It almost brought a tear to my eye how Freakshow was able to show you the way. ;D
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Post by DoctorHobo on Jul 8, 2004 4:35:13 GMT -5
Elijah Ross was born in a small neighborhood, just outside of Detroit. His father was a barber, and his mother took care of the house and raised the children. As he grew, Elijah became fond of streetfighting, and joined a local gang. It was mostly just hanging out, with maybe some fights here or there, and Elijah rose through the ranks, becoming second-in-command to a man named James Henderson.
One day, James decided that the gang needed to be more ambitious, and he made plans to sell drugs. Elijah vehemently disagreed with the idea, and the two argued many times, until one day when James had apparently become sick of Elijah's insubordinance, and decided their next argument would be their last. As the two verbally duelled, James pulled a gun on Elijah. Before James could get a chance to pull off a shot, Elijah broke his wrist, pulled the gun from his hand, and shot him. As James lay there, dying, Elijah left the town and never returned.
After much wandering and training, Elijah enlisted in the Army during the Vietnam War. During boot camp, his drill sergeant recognized the potential in Elijah and recommended him to the Green Berets. After several years of successful missions, one sortie went afoul and left Ross stranded behind enemy lines, with 3 bullet wounds: One in his shoulder, another in his leg, and a last one near his gut.
He laid there, his body wracked with pain, for several hours, waiting for the enemy to find and kill him. As they approached, Elijah found his last scrap of will, and he stood up with his jaw set and his stance firm. The soldiers simply laughed and readied their weapons. Elijah was, by now, furious at the enemy, for doing this, and at his own comrades, for leaving him here to die. He decided he was not ready for his life to end, and he unleashed his fury upon the unfortunate group of soldiers. Not a single one surivived.
After the fight, Ross was left drained, but, as luck would have it, the thick smoke from the fire signalled a nearby transport helicopter. He was rushed to the military hospital, where he stayed for several months. After being sent back to the US, Elijah quit the militar, but not before stealing some of their technology, which was easily taken from a base in New Mexico. He then travelled to Paragon City, the famed City of Heroes. He joined the Outcasts, and assisted them in bank robberies and turf wars. It is even rumored he used his mastery over flame to kill those who opposed them. After a robbery gone wrong, however, the upper-right part of Ross's face was damaged, and a metal plate was grafted on.
Angry over the incompetence of his fellow members that caused the robbery to go afoul, he quit the Outcasts and used the stolen technology to make his own suit, and his own devices. He has taken on the mantle of Sergeant Napalm, and he now works for his own purposes.
Recently, however, he encountered a hero named Green Nova who recruited him into a team of Superheroes known as 'The Law'. As he continues to grow in power, his future remains uncertain, but one thing is clear..........Fiery doom awaits those who cross him.
Well, what can I say? I like writing stuff. I'm hoping to make a career out of it one day.
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Post by Judge Pane on Jul 8, 2004 6:59:21 GMT -5
Great stuff Sarge....
Good story, a very entertaining read!!
Keep 'em coming folks...!!
Pete
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