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Don't Cry for Me, Latveria (crossposted from mansion_bullpen) [Aug. 19th, 2008|08:44 am]
It's no secret to most of you that there have been a series of behind the scenes interpersonal conflicts going on between myself and some folks on the mod team, pretty much since I stepped down as a moderator. And you are aware that I have now been asked to step down as a player from Marvel Mansion. That request came as something of a surprise to me, as I was making an effort to address some of the tension, but those efforts were, perhaps, too late.

Still, I can't honestly say I hadn't considered leaving over the last few months - the underlying tension hasn't been conducive to the fun. My resignation is effective immediately. Some final bits of business need to be taken care of, though.

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Well, I don't have anything more to say, I've done the best I could. You can't expect to win 'em all. But, I want to tell you something I've kept to myself through these years. I was in the war myself, medical corps. I was on late duty one night when they brought in a badly wounded pilot from one of the raids. He could barely talk. He looked at me and said, 'The odds were against us up there, but we went in anyway, I'm glad Captain made the right decision.' That pilot's name was George Zip. The last thing he said to me, 'Doc', he said, 'Sometime when the crew is up against it, the breaks are beating the boys, tell them to get out there and give it all they got and win just one for the Zipper'. 'I don't know where I'll be then, Doc', he said, 'but I won't smell too good, that's for sure..'

Excelsior, gang. Stay in touch, please.

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Roleplaying To-Do List [Oct. 24th, 2006|02:01 pm]
Spider-Man : Finish AIM plot; have some Peter Parker downtime with May and Mary Jane. A Picnic perhaps.

Jamie Madrox : Did X-Corp ever fight off that riot? Hmmm. Maybe start building towards a story pitting Madrox against one of his duplicates.

Reed Richards : Help get the Hunt for Hulk kicked off; debate controversial mutant-Cure position with Sue. Doom plot!

Hercules : Consider 'Bachelor' style plot - then again, the "Bride of Namor" thing that Herc may have inadvertantly started might be a more fun place to use those ideas.

Thanos : One idea in the pipeline, need more.
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First [Apr. 29th, 2006|02:12 am]
[Current Mood |amusedamused]

Thwip. Thwip.

Swinging high over the city, Peter Parker is lost in thought, even as he reflexively executes aerial maneuvers that would terrify the greatest trapeze artists.

It's a bit quiet today.. I mean, not that I'm looking for a runaway bus full of nuns, or a bank robbery..

On the street below, an alarm sounds, accompanied by a loud crunch as the storefront of the Second National Bank erupts outward in a hail of concrete and glass.

Hey, a bank robbery! Maybe today's Spidey-wish-fulfillment day..
"I wish I had my cosmic powers back.."

Not waiting for the universe to respond to that one, he angles his way down towards the bank, alighting horizontally over the breach. Below, a grey shambling figure emerges from the hole, crushing the rubble underfoot as he stomps towards the street, bags of money in-hand.

Smirking beneath the mask, he pipes up in an imitation Southern drawl. "Well, as ah do declayah, if'n it ain't the Rhino." He drops the accent. "Let me guess, you've put on a few pounds and you couldn't fit through the door?"

The Rhino whirls - slowly - and drops the bags, glaring up at the wall-crawler. "Spider-Man! I've been looking to flatten you.."

Leaping over the Rhino, he executes a flip in the air, firing a stream from his web-shooters at the behemoth's face. "You'll have to look a little harder, tubby." His legs lift him from the ground once more, as he springs back to the storefront across the street - a Plinko's Copy Shop, closed at this hour. As the Rhino growls, pawing at the webbing on his face, Spidey calls out again.

"You know, we could save some time here, and you could go directly to jail. I'll pay for the bus pass." A beat. "Two, if you need the extra seat."

The Rhino snarls again, unable to respond plainly because of the webbing, and charges blindly towards the sound of Spider-Man's voice. Yeesh, is this guy predictable or what? Spidey leaps as the Rhino nears, allowing him to plunge straight through the plate glass window of the Plinko's, crashing headfirst into a massive copying machine.

"You know, buddy, if you're going to use one of those things for the usual joke, you're supposed to copy the other end.. but in your case, I doubt anyone will notice."

The Rhino struggles to lift his head, but the awkward position, combined with the weight of the machine, his horn, and the webbing.. make it difficult.

Spidey whistles as he adds layers of webbing to envelop his enemy.
"And they say this place charges too much for binding.."
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