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This is a swashbuckling superhero comedy scfi adventure.
Inspiration: The Tick, Megaton Man, Any other superhero parody
In this world:
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Superheroes are ridiculous buffoons with quirky powers (Cactus Man, Ice Cream Sundae Avenger, Papercut Pete)
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Villains are equally as silly and generally pathetic (Taking over the local Sears, turning everyone into teddy bears, writing their name on the moon)
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Whenever a hero or villian does something they succeed, it’s not exactly how they intend it to succeed (Papercute Pete tries giving a henchman a papercut to drop their weapon, but the henchman instead becomes a blubbering mess because he can’t stand even the smallest amount of blood)
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The world is incredibly fragile, buildings topple when barely impacted, cars crumple at the slightest touch, things break in spectacular fashion, natural and man-made disasters occur frequently and with devastating force.
You are a team of stupid superheroes seeking to stop The Big Squeeker from turning the city into squeaky pet toys. Already many citizens and the local police have been turned into various squeaky toys, squeaking incessantly, driving everyone batty.
Right now, the team is fighting a giant squeaky robot that is knocking over buildings and causing havoc downtown.
If you can defeat the robot it will reveal the location of the squeaky ray which is transforming the citizens into squeaky toys.
Character Creation:
- What weird power do you have that nobody else can do?
- What is your biggest fear?
- What crippling flaw do you have?
- What do people call you?
- What do you look like?
To accomplish an action:
Roll the dice and tell me a reason why you succeed, for each acceptable reason I’ll add one to your result. If you can come up with 3 or more acceptable reasons, you succeed automatically. Otherwise, roll a D6 and add 1 for each acceptable reason.
- 6 or more: You succeed cleanly.
- 5: You succeed at a steep cost.
- 4 or less: You fail and things go badly for you.
Failure: Each failed roll you’ll take a condition. Each condition weakens future rolls by one.
To Roll: Use the free dice roller by /u/starlord@lemm.ee linked here: https://tinyurl.com/everypostroll
Be sure to add your character’s name and the action they are taking in the roll dialogue. Then copy the link generated to your post. For each roll copy the roll of the person who last rolled, so we can keep our rolls in the same history together.
Did someone call to me…aaaah! I hit the deck of the ship and skid to a stop. A harpoon? Even if I knew how to use this thing, it’ll take more than that to take this robot down. But what?
I look back to the street. Oh great she’s gone. Or maybe I’m losing my mind. What to do… The masts of several ships jut up into the air, a rowdy group of seagulls still collecting themselves from the blast catch my eye.
“Squawk! (My friends, this squeaky menace threatens our city! Help me take it down!)”
“Piss off mate!” “Yeah, sounds like a you problem!” “I’ve seen fish that fly better than that!”
Not the answer I hoped for.
“Please! I may not have your aerial grace, or your quick wit, but I do have this.” I produce a sweaty, crumpled $5 bill from the inside of my suit. “And when this is over, I’ll use it to buy you all a bagel. Not a stale, discarded one, but a fresh, delicious, doughy testament to your glory!” I grab a spool of wire from the harpoon gun, light but hopefully strong enough. “Can you get the end of this around the robot and return it to me?”
I hope this works. And I hope that mystery woman comes back. Oh, and that I haven’t just been imagining her this entire time!.
Bonuses: talking to the seagulls, the promise of a bagel.
Result: ah crap…
A gruff, one-eyed, one-legged seagull looks at you and the crumbled fiver with unreserved scorn. He caws loudly at the assembled seagulls on the railings and decks of nearby boats,"Hey guys, getta load of this schmoe treatin’ us like we’s a bunch of knuckle draggin’ apes, wadda we gonna do wit that ass-wipe?! And you come 'round ‘ere actin’ like youse one-a us!! Get ‘em boys, we don’ need no polly poser on our territory, ‘specially when they ain’ got no food to gives us!
A huge mass of seagulls start furiously dive-bombing you, pecking at swiping at you with their feet. Dozens and dozens of angry gulls swarm about you, as you try and bat them away, your foot slips into a pile or rope left on the deck, tripping you, causing you to stumble overboard! The rope winds itself around you leg, preventing you from fulling into the harbor, but you know dangle helplessly from the side of the boat like a colorful pinata. The birds continue to swarm, taking turns carrying nearby trash and dropping it on you. You hang upside down, covered with egg shells, burger wrappers and half eaten corndogs.
Nearby the robot is struggling to get up, it slams it’s fist on the ground angrily, like some sleep-deprived toddler throwing a tantrum. Just behind him, wedged into the branches of a tree and looking like a large dustbunny, is Wattage Woman, struggling to dislodge herself.
I call out to the woman stuck in the tree. “Are you ok?”
ada@lemmy.blahaj.zone
(Man, Lemmy comments aren’t as suited to Play by Post as Discord is. I’ll have to work out the kinks next time. My intention was also to have each game last for roughly a week, so I figured we’d wrap it up with your guy’s next interactions.)
Bobbing up in down, with a slight dazed look, the electric woman weakly waves at you,“Hi bird guy! Are you ok up there? I’m just gonna float here a bit…”
With a loud POP! The woman flies out of the tree, knocking into the robot and thrusting both her and the robot into the harbor. She and the robot plunge into the water, scaring the seagulls away. The robot thrashes wildly, and a current carries it out to the mouth of the harbor. Below you is the electric woman, bobbing in the water, looking slightly dazed.
weakly waves
“Hi bird guy! Are you ok up there? I’m just gonna float here a bit…”
“Hey there… I’m…” Don’t say it, don’t say it “…just hanging in there…”
“Did we get it? I’m Lorolito by the way.”
“We got it! Shocking right?”
Internal voice: Wait idiot, you can’t throw lightning, so he probably doesn’t know about the whole electricity thing
“You know, because… I can charge batteries…”
Internal voice: Wow, way to sell yourself there! What are you even doing you idiot?!
“Don’t mind me, I’ll just be hear drowning myself. Wait, actually, do you need a hand? You look kinda stuck?”
WW spends the next 10 minutes trying to find a ladder to climb out of the water, and head over towards Lori and free him. Even when she reaches him, she is still soaking wet, and covered in the remnants of of the rubbish ball she was earlier in. Seaweed and even more rubbish are matted in to her hair, which hangs limply around her face, for once not sticking out at all angles
“Oh yeah, hi. I’m Wattage Woman. But you can call me… Actually, you know, I need a better name. No wonder the bad guys always call me Short Circuit. It does sort of have a better ring to it than Wattage Woman… Hrmm… Oh yeah, about getting you down…”
" Thanks for your help back there" I say weakly “I think I’m going to go to sleep now, but we need to talk. I think we should team up. There’s clearly a much bigger threat that I don’t think anyone… is aware…of…” I muster my last bit of strength to reach out and lightly brush the side of the ship “the true…enemy:…whalers…” I pass out
I responded to your last post to @chetradley@lemm.ee, I figured you guys could finally meet and we will wrap things up. My idea was for each game to be a week or two. The last few interactions can be a montage of sorts for a satisfying way to conclude things ;)
@wolfinthewoods@lemmy.ml @chetradley@lemm.ee
This is going to look great in my memoir. A plastic robot on all fours, mooning me as it clambers to get up. My, covered in half a rubbish truck full of shit and vomit, and the bird guy, hanging upside down, attacked by birds.
And what kind of super power is that anyway? The ability to get attacked by birds? But hey, who am I to talk? I can be attacked by dust bunnies on demand!
Ok Sparkie, stay focused! New plan! Get this shit off me, and help the bird guy. This is why I always carry empty batters with me!
I gather a handful of batteries, and dump all of my excess charge in to them, and chuck them at the robots butt
If this were a movie, the batteries would explode or something, but in reality the best I can hope for is some of the shit comes off of me and sticks to the batteries, letting me get free! If this were a super hero comedy, the battery, covered in shit, would get stuck in the robots butt! Lifes a joke right? Can this be a super hero comdey?
Action: I dump my excess charge in to a handful of batteries and throw them at the robots butt, hoping to plug it with gunk, free myself of some of the gunk at the same time, before trying to run towards bird guy!
Reasons it will succeed: I am carrying empty batteries for just this moment. The robot is on all fours on the ground, and I’m right behind it!
Roll: 4 before modifiers
(Sorry for the delay) Roll of 4, +1 for Over-charged batteries
With a flash, sizzle, you focus a current into the batteries. But the current is TOO MUCH! The batteries begin to sizzle and then with a loud POP! EXPLODE! Sending you flying like a torpedo out of the tree, spinning out of control towards the staggering robot’s posterior. You collide with the robot, causing you and the robot to fly towards the harbor, the seagulls fly away in a panic as you and the robot narrowly miss the flock and plunge into the water. The robot’s squeaker sputters out in a series of watery, faint squeaks, and then finally subsides, as the robot thrashes wildly in the water, bobbing up and down, but unable to keep itself from drifting out, out, out and into the mouth of the harbor. submerged in the water, you feel short-circuited, but thankfully not covered in refuse anymore. Above you dangles the bird-man, his foot caught in a rope like a stirrup…