Paradiso Lost: A Dark Superhero RPG

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**SilverMK2**

It will be for a set period of time. That time being decided by the mods.

**Little lord Fauntleroy**

*Twiddles thumbs in Isis' lobby*.

So...how are all of you?

**Chowderhead**

Little lord Fauntleroy wrote:*Twiddles thumbs in Isis' lobby*.

So...how are all of you?

I'm good.

Most of you won't be, tomorrow, however...

**blood reaper**

Syrath sat in his office and began to read through the last reports of Mesa Laboratories, much of it was simple blurred pictures and static but others reviled much more. He grinned and pressed several flashing buttons and began to read diagrams and blue-prints for a Nuclear reactor while his servants began it's construction in the bowls of the facility. The noise of burning and smelting metal could be heard from the highest levels of the Labs as the Uranium was loaded into the device.

**ineptus astartes**

damn syrath and his stereotypical villan plans...

**Chowderhead**

The Asteroid entered the atmosphere, and broke in twain. Two distinct parts, heading for two targets. Each selected, and each ready for the creator's blessing.

"It's coming, you know." The plague ridden cultist was rambling again. "My master's most vicious concoction is on it's way." The assassin and the marine looked at him weird.

"Er... What?" The assassin was pulling out her pistol, ready to kill the idiot.

"Sent from space, it comes. He told me that it would follow me. It will give me and my brothers unnatural strength and the ability to rule the world."

"Look, you've gone off the deep end." The marine pulled out his pistol, and aimed it at the cultist's head. Before the shot could be fired, the steel plate bucked behind him.

"What the hell was that?" The Slaanesh cultists were having sex (Violent, angry sex, no less) in the corner.

The bulkhead broke. All the people inside braced for a massive rush of water, but none came. Instead, the small asteroid fragment broke in. It began to glow, then hummed.

"It's here... He does not lie!" The cultist grabbed the rock, and began to chant ancient words. "Now, my friends, we shall bask in my Father's glory!"

The meteor let out a massive blast of green light and flies. The flies filled every orifice of the occupants body. Everyone in the bunker suffocated and died.

Three hours later, the Marine and the Assassin woke up. They were rotten, fetid people now.

"Welcome to the fold, my children. Now, go and spread my gift to all the people..." The booming voice of whatever brought them back was in their ears.

"Well, gak". The assassin was looking in a mirror. "I have zits everywhere!"

The plane was screaming across the sky over the city, with Ghost in the cockpit. Painting a target covered in DARKSTAR operatives, he almost pulled the trigger. Almost.

The plane's wing was smashed by a object screaming from the sky. The plane spiraled, and Ghost ejected. Transforming back into the eagle, Freefall tried to fly, but her wing was busted. Ghost grabbed the eagle, and braced for impact.

The crater he landed in was maybe 100 feet wide. Buildings were falling everywhere, and the audible screams of civilians were everywhere. Ghost was crying, knowing that his legs were shattered. He looked at Freefall. She was weakened, her arm being severely damaged. He looked over to the impact center, and saw the flies rushing towards him. Knowing that he could crawl, he put his eagle on his back and began to try to outrun the flies. He didn't make it. Dirk was just another body in the wreckage of a city.

Until he began to breathe again. He felt cold, as if he was ill, looking at his hands, he knew why. He was covered in blisters and boils, and his skin was almost a yellowy color. Freefall hadn't faired well either. Her feathers were covered in oils, and patches were even missing. Even so, it seemed her wing had healed, as she began to fly. Ghost tried to stand, and found it easy.

"Welcome to the fold, my children. Now, go and spread my gift to all the people..." The booming voice of whatever brought them back was in their ears.

Ghost was scared. He ran towards people, asking if they knew where a hospital was. However, it seemed that if he got near someone, they began to cough.

Dirk was now a walking virus bomb, spreading a plague that butchered people more than the Black Death.

That's right. Two PC's died. And then were resurrected by some unknown plague that made them into walking used needles.

The plague kills in 24 hours. There is no cure. Current infection level is at .1%

**Kasrkai**

Zombies. Like that one DC thing they did...

**Chowderhead**

DC thing?

**Kasrkai**

Chowderhead wrote:DC thing?

DC comics had it's heroes die and come back as zombies. Epic.

**ineptus astartes**

hmm...nevermind I guess I will just quit.

**ineptus astartes**

It was I little senseless, just killing my characters in a silly way like that. I would have gone for the inactive ones.

**Chowderhead**

Er...

You aren't dead. You're just zombified!

**ineptus astartes**

yeah but still. If my characters only have a short time to live...they would be looking for a cure.

(see *redemption* wich cures everything)

**ineptus astartes**

or I could take the typhus route. (and become an immortal plague lord)

**Chowderhead**

Nobody said you had a short time to live.

And yeah, you have basically become Typhus...

**ineptus astartes**

hmmm...another chaos god could get this blasted plague off of me...(see: Tzeentch. who can fix anything)

**Mordoskul**

Y'know, I was going to mention running a Marvel Zombies style RP, but it seems that you've got it under control.

**ineptus astartes**

(I cant stand the idea of my PCs turning ito zombies, so take THIS.)

"lord" prayed Asmodieus "Nurgle has unjustly claimed us...we ask for you to bestow your powers upon us... to rid us of this vile plague."

Jade flung a terrified man into the room, he had been dragged off of the street while he ran from the living dead.

Standing up, Asmodieus lifted the powersowrd in his right hand.

"NO!" screamed the man, before Asmodieus swept the blade through his neck, seinding dark sprays of arterial blood onto the image of a blue flame. "as the man bled onto the flame, and the star of chaos it was superimposed upon, the two traitors knelt. "Gift us powers...of change." hissed the Night Lord.

his flesh begane to crawl, and the ailments and contagion died as quickly as they came. with a flash of arcane light, a bedlam staff lay in the center of the star.

a voice filled his head. "Do not turn your back on MY gifts, so easily, and I will gift you a way home."

Asmodieus felt power unimaginable, he stretched out his hand, and the bedlam staff leapt into it.

jade was gleefully checking herself, the boils were gone, but her teeth had mutated into sharklike rippers.

"Come." said Asmodieus. "we spread the gift of change"

**RaptorsTalon**

OOC: Interesting... Zombie Disease... Not sure if this is good or bad for me...

**ineptus astartes**

well I am cleansed of it...and have a superkilly stick too now

**Mordoskul**

ineptus astartes wrote:well I am cleansed of it...and have a superkilly stick too now

As a GM, I recommend against that move. Negating a GM's decision is a death sentence, as well as rather rude. I would instead shoot Chowder a PM explaining your opinion of the situation. Whatever he says, though, his word is law.

**blood reaper**

I agree you can't just get better and you need the GM's permission.

**RaptorsTalon**

I agree, you can't just heal yourself from an incureable plague in one post. It kind of ruins the point.

**ineptus astartes**

yeah...well...I just was kinda pissed that I did all this work, had a great backstory and plot/motivation all lined up and then my characters get such a boring death, if they are booted I will accept the fact. I also noticed no one was posting, and that the RP was getting rapidly more unreal, so if my characters are Squat'ed they will just be dragged back to M41 or wherever they came from, and I will attempt to salvage them from the wreck, for use elsewhere. the RP seems to be going off anyhow.

**blood reaper**

You can't just expect people to post as much as you, sometimes you can wait for others to do so.

**ineptus astartes**

I did. anyways, my charachters die off a lot. due to Vengeful PCs, GMs who just want to see them dead, or GMs who want to 'add' to the story, and end up turning it into a train-wreck. sometimes though (most times) I have a perfectly good GM who is realistic enough to not say. 'then he died' if it lends to the plot in a good way, I even support character death, however, if it is just so simple as to have a bunker Under Water filled with flies that somehow teleport I tend to be a little grumpy. all I was doing was attempting to remove the tree from the proverbial traintrack of this RP

**blood reaper**

How is this RPG a train wreak? Give some examples please.

**ineptus astartes**

no. it COULD become a train wreck if we start plague zombifying every character. No different than RZ&LWC really.

**Chowderhead**

Err... Teleporting Flies?

As established, this asteroid is sent by a unholy abomination, made tenfold stronger by what amounts to be death incarnate, and wants to do nothing but destroy all life. And you expect that placing your character in a underwater blast proof bunker would "save you?", by basically trying to RP your way out of an event? Last time I tried to do that in an RP, I had my head ripped off. Expect yours to be soon, as well.

**blood reaper**

NO it could not, why would every character become a zombie?