The RPGC Task Force

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#101

THE RPGCITY SLUMS, A FEW YEARS AGO…

GG Crono continued to sulk through the city streets, taking heed of no person or thing. All he could do was continue to curse and be angsty about his lot in life, forever trapped as a bad Crono sprite recolor, cursed with the kind of amnesia that would lead most to question who they were and what their purpose was in the universe. Instead, he refused to even entertain the question; after all, doing otherwise would bring him under control of the same fates that had cursed him with such a cliche to begin with.

His thoughts quickly migrated to a series of screams coming from inside a nearby warehouse, long since seemingly abandoned. Curiosity finally took a small hold on his form, and he pushed open the large doors leading into the building. What he saw shocked him to the core.

It wasn’t a damsel in distress, nor was it the screams of the tortured innocents. Rather, it was the shouts of an illegal cage fight. An arena had been built in the center of the arena, and to each side of Crono there were bleachers, all packed to capacity with all manner of fat, oily, ugly people, none of which would last half a second in the ring. In the ring itself, an oversized muscle-bound gorilla of a man, dressed in only a pair of green and blue tights, had completely paralyzed another fighter, another muscle-bound guy dressed in a rejected Hulk Hogan outfit.

A voice boomed over a PA system. “The winner, and still champion, Doomsday!”

GG Crono suddenly remembered something he had read prior to his coming to this section of town, about some sort of crime syndicate sponsoring illegal fights, with a big guy capable of paralyzing anyone he fought within five seconds. Over twenty people were already in the hospital, trapped in perpetual vegitative states without even a fraction of their bodies being damaged.

Suddenly, a pair of heavy hands grabbed onto Crono’s arms. “You here for the fights?”

“Uh…no, I’m-”

“Come on, you’re armed!” said another voice. “You’re coming with us!”

Before Crono could fight free, a pair of 1920s bodybuilders had dragged him to the cage and dumped him inside, locking the only door leading out, since they were too lazy to order the ceiling-dropping variety. Doomsday looked down at his new prey; Crono’s head barely reached the top of the man’s chest. “You here to take me on, little man?! HAW HAW HAW!!!”

GG Crono looked around in absolute panic, trying to find a way out, but seeing none, he steeled himself for a major grappling match. Suddenly, the voice on the PA boomed again. “Remember, folks, this is anything goes! Any weapons, excluding guns, can be used, and any form of defense except force fields and magic! Now, begin!”

A bell rang, and GG Crono immediately jumped back. Just as his hands reached the bars of the cage, a current of electricity jumped through him, sending him panting to the floor. Doomsday quickly loomed overhead and reached out his hands, prepared to crush the little man’s neck like a twig.

It was over within seconds. The crowd fell silent as GG Crono fell to the ground, katana dripped in blood. Doomsday screamed as his arms continued to bleed; he had obviously never had a match last his long, much less proceed like this. “B-Boss!”

A stereotypical 1920’s mobster rose from the crowd. “You schmuck! I told youse to watch for blades! Now what am I supposed ta tell the boys?”

GG Crono pointed his sword at the man. “Tell them that, if they ever try something like this again, I will be waiting.”

Suddenly, the doors came crashing down, as police raided the building. The electric current to the cage was shut off, allowing the doctors to reach the battered Doomsday. GG Crono, meanwhile, whiped his katana clean and escaped in the confusion.

“I tracked those guys down a while later,” said GG Crono. “With Pierson’s help, I managed to bring them down.”

“You mean, with your help, I managed to bring them down,” said Pierson.

“You’re both wrong,” said Galloway. “I ran into them half a year ago, and <b>I</b> took them down.”

“One-upmanship aside,” said GG Crono, “how’s the car coming?”

Pierson replaced the last headlight. “Well, the rocket launcher’s installed,” he said. “That leaves the upgraded engine and security system to finish.”

(to be continued)

Next time: The tales continue. Will it be Mabat, Galloway, or Wilfredo next?

#102

Wow, my story was surprisingly close the way I had it imagined. Most notably, stuck babysitting some kid who runs off into a mysterious ruin.

#103

Wow. Color me entertained.

Which, if you’re wondering, is a fine shade of mauve.

#104

Ya know, I always thought when you were coloured from entertainment, is was more of a bluey green hue.

Oh well.

#105

MEANWHILE, BACK AT AUNTIE McFRANK’S PIE SHOP…

“…The peach pie sucks here,” said Mabat.

“Agreed,” said Wil. “The blueberry isn’t too bad, though.”

“…And what of you, blue mage?” asked demigod.

“…What?” said Mabat.

“You took such interest in my origins,” said demigod. “What of yours?”

“There’s not much to tell,” said Mabat. “I’m just a blue mage. I become more powerful by copying the attacks of others. I can still remember when I first set foot into RPGC…”

SEVERAL YEARS AGO, IN THE RPGCITY DOCKS…

Mabatsekker’s small boat pulled into the harbor, the blue mage jumping from the deck to the boardwalk in a single graceful leap. The crowds around him turned in confusion, but quickly dismissed the blue-haired man as simply another one of RPGC’s many freaks. Mabat looked about in a mixture of curiosity, fascination, and confusion. Ever since he left the City of Heroes, he had been searching for Wilfredo Martinez; he finally located RPGC, but now he had no idea just WHERE to search.

Rather than ask around blindly, he started to explore the boardwalk, his travel bag slung to his back, his combat gi stained from weeks of being unwashed. The crowds were all shambling to and fro, occasionally stopping at the small shops and food stands that dotted the landscape. Mabat was tempted to stop at the heavily-packed “Catgirl Porn” shop, but decided against wasting his time there. Besides, someone back home would complain…

Suddenly, he heard several shouts, accompanied by the usual flow of “sailor talk.” Rushing towards the source of the screams, he saw a woman being surrounded by several big, brawny sailors, as well as a navy captain. “Come on, baby!” said the captain. “Just give us what we want, and-”

“HALT!” shouted Mabat. “Release that fair lady, and no harm shall come to you!”

The sailors turned to the blue mage, one of them moving behind to secure the woman. “So, who’s the moron that decided to spoil our fun?” said the captain.

“Looks like a little Fin,” said one sailor.

“Indeed,” said the captain. “Men, get rid of this pest.”

The sailors charged at Mabat, who quickly assumed his usual combat position, before he learned the secrets of Saikyo. Without even pausing to breath, he slammed two sailors in the gut, kicked another in the chin, and threw his two captured prey into the last. With all four unconscious, only the captain remained. To Mabat’s surprise, his enemy raised his hands into a combat position.

“You are skilled, young man,” said the captain. “But I have a technique of my own. SPIRITUAL PALM VENGENCE!”

The captain flew forward at such a speed to leave an afterimage and struck Mabat hard with his glowing right palm. The blue mage crashed against a nearby building, but could already feel the mechanics of the technique working their way into his mind. Within the space of a second, he knew exactly how to perform this very manuever, a trick his opponent did not know.

Returning to his feet, he allowed the captain to make a few more attacks, which he quickly blocked. Once he was sure there was nothing more to learn, he raised his palm and shouted, “SPIRITUAL PALM VENGENCE!”

The surprise on the captain’s face was quickly replaced by a look of pain as Mabat’s glowing palm slammed into his chin, completely rendering the man unconscious. His mission complete, Mabat turned to the woman, noticing for the first time that she was a catgirl. Helping her back to her feet, he said, “Are you hurt?”

“N-No,” she said. “Thank you.” She kissed the young man on the cheek and ran to the boardwalk, embracing a small catgirl child as she did so. Beaming with pride, Mabat resumed his journey to find Wilfredo…

“It took me a long time, but I found you!” said Mabat.

“…You mean, I saved your sorry butt from Dracula, right?” said Wil.

MEANWHILE, BACK AT THE GARAGE…

The engine roared to life for a brief second, and then fell silent. Pierson pulled himself back out the drivers-side window and shook his head. “What the hell is wrong with this thing?”

Galloway and GG Crono looked up from their Super Smash Brothers game for a brief moment, and then returned to the game. After winning for the fifteenth time in a row, Galloway set the controller down. “So, I guess I’m next,” said Galloway.

“For what?” said GG Crono. “We already know your origin.”

“Yeah, but that’s not why I became a hero,” said Galloway.

“…Fine, I guess it’ll help kill some time,” said GG Crono.

“Well, my dad’s a cop, so I managed to get some knowledge of cases before hand,” said Galloway. “One night, he talked about some missing kids, so I decided I’d help…”

A FEW YEARS AGO, OUTSIDE OF A SMALL HOUSE…

Galloway, dressed in black-and-gray sweats, hid in the tall grass just outside the white-painted house, the building having long ago collapsed into disrepair. Despite this small fact, there was some light on the second floor, the tell-tale signs of someone hiding out there. He checked his dad’s hunting knife, as well as the shotgun and pistol he had borrowed. Next to him sat a small portfolio, filled with the information he had “borrowed” from his dad’s work. Apparently, they knew there was a link between this place and the kidnappings, but they still didn’t have enough evidence for a warrant.

“That’s going to change tonight,” whispered Galloway. “And if this guy’s in there, all the better.”

He slowly moved through the grass, careful not to make too much movement as to alert anyone inside. Finally, he reached the side of the house, where there was no window, and flew upwards, landing onto the roof. Sometimes, it seemed, being a monster could have its advantages. He looked into the nearby window, but saw no one inside. Now assuming it was safe, he flipped inside.

The upstairs consisted of little more than a rotting table with a small, burning candle placed on top, as well as a small closet to the side and several empty bedrooms. The most telling sign, though, was the smell; it seemed to be coming from everywhere, especially the closet. Preparing himself for whatever was beyond, he opened the doors.

What was beyond the door goes best without saying. Just to be sure, it was the kidnapped children, but it was far, far too late for them. Galloway painfully swallowed down his vomit as he closed the doors. He had found his proof; now he had to find whoever was behind this…

As if in answer to his thoughts, he heard a sinister breathing coming from behind. He turned, and saw a man in his late fifties, holding a bloodied butcher’s knife. In his hands was a young girl’s body, her face forever twisted, her throat slit. “Who the hell are you?!” screamed the man.

Galloway’s eyes went red with rage. “Your death.”

The man cackled, dropped the dead girl, and threw the knife at Galloway. He easily dodged the weapon, but the man was on him with amazing speed, his hands tearing the shotgun free and aiming it at Galloway’s head. The “hero” immediately grabbed the barrel and snapped the gun in half, raising his pistol to the man’s throat. “You’re under arrest, you sick-”

Suddenly, the man shoved Galloway, knocking him into the table, the force caused the candle to fall over; it rolled through a small opening in the closet door and nestled next to one of the bodies, setting it on fire. The blaze soon spread as the man began to wrestle Galloway into submission. Finally, the young “hero” decided enough was enough, and using his increased strength, threw the man through the closet and onto the funeral pyre. The man’s screams were cut short as Galloway pulled his pistol and shot him three times in the skull.

As the fires continued to grow, Galloway jumped out the window and floated to the ground. As the entire house became consumed, Galloway pulled out his cell phone and called the police. “Hello? There’s something you should see…”

“…You killed him?” said Pierson.

“Not that I had much of a choice,” said Galloway. “I only had a fraction of my abilities at that point, the building was catching fire, and the bastard had murdered over fourty children, seven of them during that spree alone.”

“Oh god,” said GG Crono. “Well, it’s good to see you’ve realized killing isn’t necessary to fight crime, right?”

Galloway’s face twisted uncomfortably. “Yes…right.”

(to be continued)

Next time: Wil, on why he retired…

#106

It’s probably a good thing Wil saved me from Dracula. 'Cuz I’d probably suck even more than now.

Badum-Pishhh!

#107

So now we have heard the heroic origins of all the members. Well I guess that is almost enough filler.

#108

MEANWHILE, AT THE PIE SHOP…

Wil finished paying the bill, and the three got up to leave. “Uh, Wil, I have a question,” said Mabat.

“It’s why I retired, isn’t it?” said Wil.

“Well…yeah,” said Mabat. “You were one of the greatest heroes that ever lived! Why did you just give up?”

The three walked out the door, a small bell ringing as the door opened. The sky was overcast, while the streets were filled with various people of all types. The three continued to talk as they walked up the street towards the hills. “Remember the Virtuoso Incident?”

“You mean the arson case that killed over two dozen people, including five children and two pregnant women?” said Mabat.

“Yeah, that one,” said Wil. “I…” He stopped talking.

“What is the matter?” asked demigod.

“I…just don’t want to talk about it,” said Wil. “Let’s keep going, shall we?”

A WHILE LATER, BACK AT THE GARAGE…

Mabatsekker, demigod and Wil entered the garage, where the now completed Task Force-Mobile sat, its freshly-painted blue and gold surface shining brightly against the glare of the overhead lights. A smoking Galloway sat in a corner, obviously a victim of the security system. GG Crono gorged himself on leftover hash browns, and Pierson smiled triumphantly. “Well, folks,” he said, “it’s all there!”

Everyone cheered in victory, except for Galloway, who was in too much pain to move.

MEANWHILE, BACK AT AUNTIE McFRANK’S…

Auntie McFrank stood in the back room, behind the curtain. Her companion, a man in a green lab coat with a white streak in his hair and glasses, watched as people gorged themselves. “Hey, Steve, this cover is working out great!” said Auntie McFrank.

“Yes, Frank, but we must be careful,” said the guy in the lab coat. “If anyone finds out we’re hiding here, it’ll be the end of our experiment.”

THE END OF ISSUE 9

Next Issue: It’s Catbeing Celebration Week, a prelude to MURDER! Can the Task Force pull themselves together, or is it curtains for every living being in…THE CATGIRL DISTRICT!

#109

Oh feces. You do realize I don’t have enough blood in my system to endure an entire district’s worth of nosebleeds?

#110

Issue 10: The Catgirl District

THE SATURDAY AFTER THE TASK FORCE-MOBILE’S DEBUT…

GG Crono was grabbing a Pepsi out of the fridge when Mabat entered. “Did you hear about Galloway’s surprise birthday party?” whispered Mabat.

“Huh?” said GG Crono.

“Look, demigod and I are planning to throw him a nice, big bash,” said Mabatsekker. “I- I mean, we, just need you to take him out for a few hours, while we fix things up. And bring Pierson with you, will you?”

GG Crono nodded and made his way into the quarters. Meanwhile, demigod drifted into the kitchen for some oatmeal cookies. “Hey, demigod,” whispered Mabat, “would you mind going on a scavanger hunt for me?”

“…That sounds strangely suspicious,” said demigod, “so yes.” Mabatsekker handed him a list, and the strange cloaked being was out the door. Meanwhile, GG Crono and Pierson led an unwilling Galloway out the door, and Mabat smiled evilly. Everything was going according to plan, as long as they didn’t untangle his web of deceptions…

The door immediately opened, four very angry Task Force members standing on the other side (although it was always hard to tell with demigod). “Uh…hi, guys?” stammered Mabat.

“GG Crono doesn’t keep a secret,” said Galloway. “You know my birthday was months ago.”

“Well…gee, time sure does fly, ha ha?” said Mabat.

“This list is a grocery list,” said demigod. “And the only place to find these items is in the most crime-ridden store in the most crime-ridden area of town.”

“Hey…there’s a good explanation for all of this…” said Mabat.

The four betrayed Task Forcers marched towards the panicing blue mage. “Spill it, blue boy!” said GG Crono.

“Uh, you see…I invited my girlfried over for dinner,” said Mabat. “I needed you guys out of the bunker for a few hours, so-”

“Why’d you need us gone for your girlfriend?” said Pierson. “Is she against sexy superheroes for some reason?”

“…Uh, I was sent off too,” said Galloway.

Suddenly, there was a ringing at the door. The still-open doorway revealing a blue-haired, female, bio-engineered anthromorphic feline-type newman, holding a small bowl. “Maxim, is this a bad time?” she said.

Galloway sniggered at Mabat’s name, until the blue mage snapped his neck. “Uh…no, of course not, Kat-Chi.” He pushed his way past the Task Force and hugged the catgirl, while Pierson and GG Crono helped a ressurected Galloway snap his neck back to normal.

(to be continued)

#111

Gallo, check your PM. :stuck_out_tongue:

#112

A FEW HOURS LATER…

Mabatsekker and Kat-Chi were sitting in Mabat’s quarters, while the rest of the Task Force was cleaning up after dinner. Having crashed their private little meal, and smashed half of the food over the blue mage’s head and taunted him with the fact that you can’t learn to cook by being hit by food, the least they could do was clean up the spaghetti sauce, Mabat’s nosebleeds, and the leftover pieces of stale french bread. GG Crono and demigod worked on cleaning the dining area, while Galloway and Pierson did the dishes.

“…You know, Kat-Chi is one damn fine gal,” said Pierson.

“Agreed,” said GG Crono. “Then again, catgirls seemingly hold an almost hypnotic trance over men of all races, except maybe ogres and Dennis Millers. What about you guys?”

“There is something about her that makes me uneasy,” said demigod, “but it is not from lust. It is…something more unsettling.”

Galloway, meanwhile, remained silent, scraping dried crab salad off the plates. Pierson gave him a slight nudge. “You’re awfully silent today. What’s up?”

“Not much,” said Galloway. “I just…don’t find her attractive. At all.”

A record seemed to scratch, as everyone stared in blind confusion. “…Is that…even possible?” asked GG Crono.

“I just…don’t hold catgirls in the same regard,” said Galloway. “Since when was that a crime?”

“It’s not a crime, it’s just…not possible!” said Pierson. He threw the cup he was holding to the ground; fortunately, it was plastic, so it didn’t shatter. “Catgirls are the epitome of sexuality, the very thing for which all men strive for! Ever hear of the Great Catgirl Wars?”

“You mean the wars over catgirls that resulted in all catgirls living in RPGC being segregated into the Catgirl District?” said Galloway. “Yeah, it’s a real species rights tragedy, but I still don’t see why-”

“Are you not human?” said GG Crono.

“No,” said both Galloway and demigod.

“…Well, that’s the end of my argument,” said GG Crono.

Galloway finished the last of his plates, and stacked them on the dish rack to dry. “All right, just keep quiet about this, okay guys? The last thing I need is a very angry blue mage after me.”

“Sure, no prob,” said Pierson. He finished the last of the pots, placed it on the second dish rack, and turned towards the corridor. “HEY! GALLOWAY SAID YOUR GIRLFRIEND’S UGLY!”

Within two seconds, Mabatsekker was in the kitchen, lifting Galloway by the throat, the saiyan unable to muster any of his strength against his former ally. Realizing the joke had gone a little too far, the other three Task Force members tried to pull Mabat back, but his grip held firm…

MEANWHILE, IN THE CATGIRL DISTRICT…

A young catgirl walked down the dark streets, her fur a whitish color with brown stripes, her eyes crystal blue, her clothes consisting of a flowing dress. As she neared a dark alley, an enormous, muscular arm grabbed her by the head and pulled her in. Her muffled screams continued for a few seconds, and then went silent.

A FEW MINUTES LATER, BACK AT THE TASK FORCE HQ…

Mabatsekker sat on the couch, holding an ice pack against his face. Galloway continued to apologize to both him and the nearby Kat-Chi, who merely eyed him coldly. Pierson and GG Crono having managed to calm everyone down to a degree, the Task Force took their seats around the big-ass computer, in the room that seemed to change shape and size whenever it was convenient at the time.

Galloway finally broke the silence. “Look, I’m sorry I used a few too many ki blasts to the face.”

“A FEW too many?” muffled Mabat. “You shot me with twenty-three of those goddamn things!”

“You could have killed Maxim!” said Kat-Chi.

“ANYWAY,” said Pierson, “what brings you around here, Kat?”

“Well, it’s been lonely back in Finland, ever since Maxim left for RPGC,” said Kat-Chi. “He called a few weeks ago to say he joined some superhero group, and told me to come visit so he could find a place to stay here.”

“That’s the gist of it,” muffled Mabat. “So, can she stay here for now?”

The smile on the Task Force’s faces were immediately replaced by frowns. “Uh…as horrible as the law is, it IS the law,” said GG Crono. “She has to stay at the Catgirl District.”

“Come on!” muffled Mabat. “It’s just for tonight! We’re gonna go looking for a pad tomorrow.”

“During Catbeing Appreciation Week?” said Pierson. “The most catalicious time of the year? You’ll barely be able to make it down the street!”

“…Actually, I have an idea,” said Galloway. Kat-Chi’s eyes narrowed. “And it doesn’t involve hurting your boyfriend in any way.” The catgirl breathed a sigh of relief. “Alright, Pierson, get on the phone with Starstorm. GG Crono, make sure the Task Force-Mobile has a full tank. demigod, go down to the Catgirl District and scout things out; we need the exact locations of apartment buildings, hotels, anything with a vacancy. Mabat, you just get healed. I’m going to go plot Pierson’s horrible murder.”

(to be continued)

Next time: Terror at the catgirl district! Plus, one hero will fall…guess who!

#113

Damn, Galloway. Now THAT’s drama! XD

#114

Okay, as previously stated in the Christmas Saga 4, I tried to make sense of MKA’s story today, thereby rendering my brain unable to process anything remotely resembling an update. Thereby, I will provide this filler stuff…

Character Profiles, pilfered from the United Nations Superhero Registration Board:

The RPGC Task Force:

Pierson
Moral Code: Code Against Killing
Personal Quest: To destroy horrible writers, and bring peace to the world
Superhero Identification Number: X322001

Profile: Pierson’s past has been impossible to pin down. He has served with the Defenders of the Plot Continuum in the past, but has publicly denied any affiliation with the organization. He has also been rumored to have worked as a thief, but even that is difficult to pin down. He has been fighting crime as an unlicensed hero for several years, but now we have a means of locating and monitoring him.

Abilities/Weaknesses: Pierson is highly intelligent, quite possibly the most intelligent person in the entire Task Force. He is skilled in the use of multiple melee weapons, has some experience in stealth, and is creative and resourceful when the situation arises. If given the proper tools, he could be the most skilled member of the Task Force.
This is offset by his lack of any powers. This ultimately leaves him quite vulnerable to damage, and against more powerful enemies he is ultimately at a severe disadvantage. Being mortal, a few blows will be enough to destroy him.

GG Crono
Moral Code: Code Against Killing
Personal Quest: To discover a non-cliche reason to exist
Superhero Identification Number: X322002

Profile: GG Crono is an amnesiac, which would normally mark a desire to discover who is he. Unfortunately, GG Crono has refused this way of life, instead going on a quest to discover a means of not living such a cliche existance. This makes almost impossible to discover more about him. The truth is, he is- CLASSIFIED

Abilities/Weaknesses: GG Crono is a skilled warrior. His katana is able to cut, stap, and tear, but is done in such a way to keep the death count low. He also possesses some very light magical powers, but we have yet to verify what these abilities are.
Like Pierson, GG Crono is ultimately mortal, and can be killed quite easily. However, in a long brawl, he is more skilled than Pierson. Unfortunately, his refusal to become a cliche has often manifested itself at the worst possible times, resulting in calamity due to indecision.

Mabatsekker
Moral Code: Code Against Killing
Personal Quest: To learn new skills and become the best superhero possible
Superhero Identification Number: X322003

Profile: Shortly after reaching puberty, Mabatsekker realized he had the ability to copy the abilities of others, simply by observing the ability or experiencing it firsthand. As his skills increased, he also studied martial arts, becoming a skilled fighter in his own right. He has fought illegally for many years, but due to Finnish extradition policies we were unable to track him thoroughly until after he boarded a train to Sweden. He is the one who should be leading the Task Force.

Abilities/Weaknesses: Mabatsekker’s skills come from two sources. His most common source of strength is Blue Magic, a relatively obscure type of magic that allows for him to use magic-based skills upon experiencing them. He has learned so many that he has become a virtual walking toolshed of magic. His second source is his skills in Saikyo, a normally worthless style of martial arts that Mabatsekker has personally evolved into a higher form.
However, Mabat’s blue magic works best if he is directly struck by the attack, thereby making his profession more dangerous than usual. It is for this reason that Blue Mages rarely exist nowadays. Also, Saikyo style is, no matter what, very weak, and can be broken through quite easily by a skilled warrior.

Galloway
Moral Code: Protect the Innocent
Personal Quest: To become human
Superhero Identification Number: X322004

Profile: We already have a fat file on Galloway. He has worked as a mercenary in the past, as well as an unlicensed superhero. He is apparently the result of an illegal genetics experiment, but we have nothing to verify his claim. We have also learned that he has unfortunately been selected team leader, a disastrous position for the supergroup in question. He is wanted for the murder of an Iranian diplomat, although he claims he was a member of some evil secret society. Oh well, madness be madness.

Abilities/Weaknesses: Galloway is physically the most powerful member of the Task Force. Much of this is due to his saiyan race, but his abilities are further amplified through manipulation of “ki energy.” It is estimated that at his highest possible level of strength, he can move an entire planet, if only for a few seconds. He can also use ki to fly, as well as fire bolts and beams of energy.
However, Galloway is also foolish, often acting out of passion and impulse rather than common sense. This has led to disastrous situations in the past, and will most certainly lead to others. Galloway has almost no magical ability, or any understanding of magic. Above all else, though, Galloway’s chief problem is his willingness to kill when he sees fit; although he generally controls himself, he has less interest in perserving life as doing “justice.”

demigod
Moral Code: Unknown, seemingly Amoral with some semblances of Protect the Innocent
Personal Quest: Unknown
Superhero Identification Number: X322005

ALL INFORMATION IS CLASSIFIED

Notable Connections:

Wilfredo Martinez
Moral Code: Code Against Killing
Personal Quest: To fight evil wherever it lurks
Superhero Identifiation Number: B303228

Profile: CLOSED BY REQUEST OF WILFREDO MARTINEZ AND WARDEN GULLIVER

Abilities/Weaknesses: Wilfredo Martinez is the undisputed master of black magic, capable of using every known black mage spell, along with a few that he added to the official UN library himself. He is also knowledgable about travelling the multiverse, having journeyed for years in a quest for magical perfection. He is also skilled at close combat, although he is far from a master.
Unfortunately, he is incapable of using white or divination magic. This leaves him unable to heal himself or sense danger, thereby placing him at a disadvantage in some situations. Also, he has shown himself to be very committed to his family; should they ever be located by any supervillains, Wilfredo could be cowed into fighting anybody or doing anything in hopes of rescuing them.

Okay, that’s enough of that for now. Hopefully tomorrow, there will be an actual update.

#115

‘Tis vera interestin’, these. Vera interestin’ indeedy.

#116

Very nice. It nice to see what the United Nations Superhero Registration Board thinks of our current Task Force.

Ya know, I wonder what they would think of the present Task Force.

#117

For filler I like it, Gallo. Can’t wait until I show up. :smiley:

#118

EARLY THE NEXT MORNING…

The entire Task Force (plus Kat-Chi) was gathered in the meeting room, with Galloway standing in front of the table, a map of the Catgirl District and the surrounding areas unfolded. “Alright, lady and gentlemen,” said Galloway, “as we know, today is the beginning of Catbeing Appreciation Week, the most catalicious time of the year. Our mission is to make our way into the Catgirl District, locate some housing for our lovebirds, and get out in one piece.”

“Uh…we know that already,” said GG Crono.

Galloway promptly pulled out a nailgun and shot his partner in the shin. As GG Crono crumpled in absolute agony, Galloway continued. “demigod managed to locate the still-empty apartments.” He pulled out a red pen and circled several small sections of the district, with several being clumped around the middle. “We only have one shot at this, so we’ll have to hit the most concentrated area possible; in this case, the very center of the district.”

“And how do you intend to do that?” asked Mabat.

“Simple, really,” said Galloway. “Starstorm happens to be in charge of the Catbeing Appreciation Week Kickoff Parade, which makes its way from the main square in uptown RPGCity, through the main street in the Catgirl District, and then down to the harbor, where the parade disbands. He was all too happy to let us enter the Task Force-Mobile into the parade.”

“WHAT?!” said Pierson. “We worked so hard on that car, and we’re just parading it around?”

“It’s part of the plan,” said Galloway. While we parade around in the vehicle, a menangorie of rose-petalled catgirls placed on top, Mabatsekker, Kat-Chi and myself will sit in the back, with Pierson taking the wheel and GG Crono and demigod in the passanger’s seats. Starstorm is willing to stand in an alley right next to the target, thereby giving me something to home in on when I teleport. When the time’s right, I teleport the two lovebirds to Star, and he takes it from there."

“And what about the murders?” asked demigod.

“You mean the Catgirl Murders, the nefarious serial killings aimed at culling catgirls from the world?” said Galloway. “I’m pretty sure they aren’t anything to be worried about. Well, let’s go!”

(to be continued)

Next time: I fulfill all those obligations placed in the previous chapter!

#119

MUCH LATER, AT THE CATBEING APPRECIATION WEEK KICKOFF PARADE…

The Task Force-Mobile slowly coasted along the crowded streets of the catgirl district, the occupants all smashed together inside. Galloway continually looked out the only uncovered window, staring at the vast crowds outside. “Strange,” he said, “there are hardly any catpeople out there.”

“Well, they make up a much smaller percentage of the population,” said Pierson. “Perhaps they’re just mixed into the crowd?”

“I don’t like this,” said Mabat. “Something feels terribly wrong.”

“I know,” said Galloway. “This many people shouldn’t fit into a Volkswagon. Did anyone alter the laws of physics when I wasn’t looking?” Mabat and Kat-Chi looked at each other, and then rolled their eyes at their partner’s stupidity. “In any case, we’re nearing the insertion point. Grab on and hold for dear life.”

The two put their hands on Galloway’s shoulders, and he raised two fingers to his forehead, teleporting all three out of the Task Force-Mobile.

A SECOND LATER…

The three rematerialized just above a waiting Starstorm; within seconds, gravity set in for Mabat and Kat-Chi, sending them falling on top of the hapless catman. Galloway, meanwhile, continued to float overhead, smiling at the little display.

MEANWHILE, BACK IN THE TASK FORCE-MOBILE…

“Do you think this will really work?” said GG Crono.

“I doubt it,” said demigod.

“Agreed,” said Pierson. “Still, this IS a nice diversion from the usual world saving. Let’s all pray nothing happens to stop this beautiful day.”

Suddenly, there was a loud, pulsating bang from outside, followed by the sound of screaming and panicing. All three quickly climbed out of the vehicle, and saw that the parade had come to a complete halt, thanks to two members of the catgirl marching band being shot dead. Another shot followed, barely missing a third victim. Everyone quickly ran for cover as the shots continued, and the Task Force tried to figure out where the bullets were coming from…

MEANWHILE, INSIDE ONE OF THE APARTMENTS…

Mabat and Kat-Chi, oblivious to the carnage outside, looked around the small apartment, its bare wooden floor barely holding together due to the termite damage, the walls cracked and filled with asbestos, the furniture looking and smelling like a brocolli salesman had eaten his entire supply, sat on the furniture for several consecutive days, and finally died and was not found for weeks later. “This…certainly isn’t it,” said Kat-Chi.

“This is the third apartment so far!” said Mabat. “Aren’t there any building codes around here?”

Suddenly, a crowd of people came running through the halls, screaming and crying for dear life. Now snapped out of their pad-shopping daze, the two heard the continued sound of gunfire from outside…and realized they were close.

MEANWHILE, OUTSIDE THE BUILDING…

Galloway was munching on a corn dog, waiting for paramedics to arrive to pick up Starstorm, when he heard the gunfire. He looked down the street, and saw the Task Force trying to proceed through a regular search, but being held down by the crowd. Cursing his luck, he ran inside the building to fetch Mabat, only to be caught in a massive crowd himself.

A FEW MINUTES LATER…

Now back inside their bulletproof Task Force-Mobile, the three continued to search via binoculars for any sign of the gunman. However, there was nothing to be seen in all directions…

That is, until GG Crono pointed towards a flashing light on the roof of an office building. “I can’t see it, but I think that’s it!” he shouted. The three jumped from the vehicle and started towards the building.

MEANWHILE, INSIDE THE APARTMENT BUILDING…

Galloway finally pushed his way to the apartment, where Mabat and Kat-Chi were searching for the gunman. Both remained oblivious to Galloway’s presence until he puked from the smell of the room. “God, this place sucks!”

“Tell me about it,” said Mabat. He pointed his binoculars towards a nearby office building, and saw a hatted figure with a long tube of metal. “I think I found our gunman!” he shouted. “Come on, let’s go!”

“I’ll go ahead!” said Galloway. “You guys join up with the rest!” With that, he jumped out the window and flew towards the building. Mabat grabbed Kat-Chi and jumped from the building, landing with an injury-less thud on the sidewalk below. The two joined up with the rest of the Task Force, who slowly worked their way up the building.

MEANWHILE, ON THE ROOFTOP…

Galloway landed right behind the gunman, who was too busy looking for another victim to notice the saiyan behind him. It would have remained that way, had Galloway not slid his foot when trying to sneak behind him. The gunman quickly whirred around and threw a hunting knife into Galloway’s side, spearing him in the weak point in his armor.

The gunman was a thin man, with an aged face and receding hairline beneath his cap. His gun was a standard hunting rifle, outfitted with a taped-on scope; this guy was obviously another random killer. His face twisted into an evil sneer. “Ah, the Cat-loving RPGC task force! How nice of you to come!”

Galloway groaned under the pain of his wound. “Who the hell are you?”

“None of your business,” said the gunman.

Suddenly, another shot rang out, ricocheting off some concrete right next to Galloway. To his horror, he realized why the gunman was so successful; not only did they have the element of surprise, but there were two of them! He moved to pull the knife out and subdue his target, but a feeling of weakness quickly began to overtake him. “I see your feeling the poison,” said the gunman. “It made those catgirls suffer REAL good! Let’s see what it does to a hero!”

Suddenly, the door to the roof was slammed open, and the rest of the Task Force emerged, along with Kat-Chi. “Alright, you bastard!” shouted Mabat, striking the most insultingly cheesy pose imaginable. “The RPGC Task Force has come to bring your evil madness to an abrupt end! IN THE NAME OF JUSTICE AND GOODNESS!”

“…That’s the worst thing I…ever heard,” coughed Galloway.

“Kat-Chi, help Galloway,” said Mabat. “The rest of you guys, come with me! We have some butt to kick!”

The gunman reached for his rifle, but demigod blasted the weapon away with a blast of purple energy. Another series of gunshots emerged from across the street, but GG Crono managed to dodge the attacks, while Pierson managed to subdue their current target with a quick chop to the gut. Kat-Chi, meanwhile, managed to give Galloway an all-purpose antidote, which quickly brought him back into shape.

“Alright!” said Mabat. “Where’s the other gunman?”

The gunman spat in Mabat’s face. “I’ll never tell you, cat-lover!”

“I’ll look for him,” said the still-wounded Galloway. “You guys look like you have everything under control.” With that, he wearily flew off, slowly making his way towards the opposite street. Within minutes, he was lost in the buildings.

“Talk! NOW!” said Pierson.

“I’m not talking!” said the gunman.

“Why the hell were you killing catgirls anyway?” asked GG Crono.

The gunman looked with disgust at Kat-Chi. The girl saw nothing but pure hate in his eyes. “Because these…freaks are treated like royalty, just because they had cat ears and a tail! Because these freaks nearly caused the complete distruction of this world! Because these bitches must feel pain and-”

Mabat threw the gunman to the floor in disgust. “I’ve heard enough. Are you and your partner working alone?”

“I’m not-”

A very audible series of gunshots emerged from across the street, followed by a soft, strangely sickening crack. Galloway suddenly teleported onto the roof, holding the other gunman, his head flailing randomly on his body. It didn’t take long for everyone to realize what had happened, especially the remaining gunman. “We have a warehouse, down at 1001 Catgirl Lane! Please, don’t let those animals near me!”

Mabat knocked the gunman unconscious, and made his way to Galloway, who dumped the lifeless body. He was obviously not pleased. “What…happened?”

“Two things,” said Galloway. “First, he decided to reveal his evil schemes, explaining much of their evil racist plot. Second, he tried to shoot me. Several times. I went for the neck, and-”

“If he had not done that,” said demigod, “the gunman may have managed to hit one of us. We were all standing very motionless up here; we were obvious targets.”

“That doesn’t-” said Mabat.

“We have bigger problems,” said GG Crono. “Let’s go.” GG Crono, demigod, Pierson, and Kat-Chi made their way down, leaving only Mabat and Galloway on the roof.

“What kind of hero are you?” asked Mabat.

Galloway simply walked by him. “One that will kill if absolutely necessary, blue mage. That’s all you need to know.”

(to be continued)

Next time: The conclusion of this story!

#120

O_O … didn’t see that one coming.

Very. Very Dark. Which I like plotwise, but not “personally”.

Initial concept picture from a month back. It’s much easier to doodle single characters many time on a piece of paper, but making a group picture of several different is hell. You guess who’s who. Sorry about the quality, got this new piece of equipment hooked on five minutes ago >_>;

Alpha Rendition of Demigod Brown mess of form and a cloak… well, I tried some blue too.