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  • in reply to: PLANET AMS #31848

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    The look

    in reply to: Word Association Game #31837

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    Around

    in reply to: The Reactor Core (The Atomic Punk’s Archive) #31813

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    Character Design Contest ♯34- Transformations

    Design a character undergoing a transformation.

    These heels are murder

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    in reply to: DiCicatriz- Mi propia realidad #31812

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    “Rainbowficate.” I am so stealing that! Laugh

    in reply to: PLANET AMS #31784

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    That look on his face is so bad@ss.

    in reply to: DiCicatriz- Mi propia realidad #31771

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    Fonts are hard to work with in HeroMachine because they tend to “grab.” You must have an infinite amount of patience! I don’t know if that counts as a super power or a curse.

    in reply to: HEROS, ALL #31742

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    Like the back view of Miss X. The rain adds to the scene.

    Looks like Amy’s “Dazzler” phase. Wink Yeah, that avatar generator has thousands of items. Kind of unwieldy to use but still fun.

    in reply to: Fade Wane’s Things, Fade to Black #31741

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    Willkommen, Fade Wane!

    in reply to: Tell my story #31708

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    THE GENTLEMEN’S WAGER
    Original Design by prswirve; Story by The Atomic Punk

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    “Quite a wonderful morning for sport. Wouldn’t you say, Quinarius?”

    “I have read the billing, Denarius. Nothing remarkable. In fact, I attend these events for appearances. We waste so much time watching from the balcony when we should be legislating from the forum.”

    “Oh, posh! Talk about boring. Care to place a friendly wager on today’s entertainment? Think of it as spice on otherwise stale meat.”

    “Denarius, Denarius… My, we are awaiting the first contest, and already jangling your ‘coin sack’. Very good, the usual?”

    “Certainly, Quinarius. Yes, the gates are open. The players have taken the arena floor.”

    “By the gods, these matches are quite unfair, Denarius. That poor slave stood no chance against a veteran such as Balbo.”

    “You may have a point, sir. However, the slave died with his eyes open not closed. I won.”

    “As agreed, you may sleep with my wife tonight. Quinarius, what is the gladiator shouting at us?”

    “I don’t know. I don’t speak ‘barbarian.’”

    in reply to: Tell my story #31706

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    @Harlekin: Kösz!

    @WMDBASSPLAYER: Thanks for the compliment. I struggled with a direction for the character. At first, I thought maybe Death taking a child. That Death manifests itself as something familiar to us to make it easier to let go. In this case, the child’s favorite rassler. Of course, even Death weeps for the passing of someone so young. Then I thought that’s just way too depressing.

    I am also glad to see my writing technique for The Eternal Champion was understandable.

    Next up: prswirve’s “Gladiator – Kill.” Then I am caught up. Of course, I am always taking requests.

    Also, please also check out my collaboration with DC-Lover on Osez marcher avec l’obscurité in Superhero Fiction.

    in reply to: Osez Marchez avec l’obscurité (Dare to Walk with Darkness) #31696

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    Osez marcher avec l’obscurité: Episode 6
    Story and Characters by DC-Lover & The Atomic Punk

    Ténèbre cursed himself. He had been caught off-guard. This “Audere” was not some hitman sent by his enemies. Ténèbre reasoned that the costumed newcomer wanted in the “hero” business. Audere was fit, agile, and resourceful. Ténèbre smiled under his mask.

    “Dis-moi, Audere,” Ténèbre said, rising to his feet. “How eager are you to bring justice to Libreville?”

    Audere remained in his coiled position, ready to strike if Ténèbre was merely offering a ruse. The native vigilante dusted himself with an eerie calm. Audere wondered if Ténèbre was crazy. This made Audere apprehensive.

    “Mon ami, I believe there is room for all who seek justice,” Audere replied finding himself to also relax his stance.

    “Bien, I believe that together, we have an opportunity to drive a dagger into the criminal heart. Meet me on the roof of Club Nicco in three days.”

    Before Audere could ask, Ténèbre pulled a cable that hung against the alley wall. The cable reeled and pulled him over the building’s ledge.

    Three days… thought Audere. When he returned to the hotel, he called Marie to apprise her of recent developments. Marie agreed to an extended leave. For the next two days and nights, François cased Club Nicco. He studied the surrounding area. He looked for lamp posts that he could use for leverage, park benches from which to launch, walls for cover.

    Inside Club Nicco, François found a den of decadence. Bouncers letting in clearly underage girls. Waiters slipping drugs to customers. Above the main floor was a rather busy office with all manner of client entering and exiting. François observed several regular actors. He separated who was a bodyguard and who was a player. He came to the conclusion that Ténèbre wanted to meet at the club to ambush the crooks. Something Audere had done himself. A parking lot is an obstacle course that can be used for surprise and defense.

    On the third night, Ténèbre waited in the park across from Club Nicco. He looked to the roof for Audere. It seemed that the new hero had cold feet. He stepped from behind a tree and was startled to see Audere standing there.

    Audere smiled, “I thought we were to meet on the roof.”

    Ténèbre pulled himself back, “Oui, I was just going.” He was startled yet relieved. No one had ever gotten the jump on him. If Audere was working for Don Fournier or the Maldoni Family, he would have killed him.

    Ténèbre continued, “I assume that you have done surveillance the past few days.”

    “Of course,” Audere replied. His energy was high. He wanted to impress on Ténèbre that he was a force. Also, Audere wanted to have a few “words” with the scumbags selling drugs to kids.

    “Very well, mon frère,” replied Ténèbre, “the boss leaves at..”

    “He leaves Club Nicco every morning at two o’clock. He sends two bodyguards to fetch his car. They pull up to the front door and he gets in the backseat with a third bodyguard. The car doesn’t take the same route twice, but its destination is a mansion on the other side of Libreville by 2:30 am. The car enters the four-car garage but no one ever leaves it until the garage door closes.”

    “You are very observant,” said Ténèbre with a somewhat condescending tone. “My plan is to take out all four. What do you propose?”

    “We take out the parking lot lights, knock out the first two guards, and put on their coats. It should be dark enough to obscure our identities. When we see the boss and the other bodyguard step out the front door, we bail and wail.”

    Ténèbre was in disbelief. Audere sounded like he wrote for a bad television show. However, it was crazy and unpredictable enough to work. Jean-Michel would not expect Ténèbre to be so brazen or working with a partner. Beside, if the plan failed, Audere would make a good bullet-catcher.

    He had originally planned to use the grenade to blow up Jean-Michel’s office, but Ténèbre decided to use it to detonate the power transformer. The explosion would give the impression that there was an electrical outage.

    Precisely at two o’clock, the first two bodyguards emerged from Club Nicco. With Audere in position to take advantage, Ténèbre set off the charge. The lights went out in the parking lot and most of the block. The guards jumped and reached for their guns. Before they could, Audere was already upon them.

    He leapt over the hood of a nearby car, using it was leverage to swing kick one of the guards in the face. The force knocked the big man into another car on which he hit his head, knocking him unconscious. The second turned to Audere with his gun but was quickly disarmed by a swing of Audere’s retractable staff. A second swing broke the bodyguard’s jaw. The blow also knocked him out cold.

    “Parfait!” Ténèbre congratulated his partner. He picked up one of the guns and aimed it at one of Jean-Michel’s henchmen. Ténèbre’s own bloodlust nearly de-railed the mission. A gunshot would have alerted Jean-Michel to danger. However, he was determined to kill his cousin.

    Audere watched and waited nervously. How far was he going to let Ténèbre go? He could not just stand their while the Libreville vigilante murdered someone in cold blood.

    “Eh, bien, let’s grab their jackets,” Ténèbre said to Audere’s relief.

    They put on the suit coats then drove the car toward Club Nicco’s entrance. As Audere had predicted, the bodyguard opened the door and was the first to step outside. Then Jean-Michel stepped outside. When he did, Ténèbre opened the passenger door and rolled out of the car. Audere followed quickly.

    With fierce precision, Ténèbre threw a dagger right at Jean-Michel’s heart. He knew full well that Jean-Michel wore body armor. However, he needed only to stun his enemy. Bertrand wanted to look Jean-Michel in the eye when he killed him.

    Audere was able to subdue the bodyguard with relative ease. The brute was focused on Ténèbre. He did not expect a third party to be working in concert. Audere did not have time to enjoy his hat trick. Ténèbre already had Jean-Michel pinned to the ground. He held his trademark blade to his cousin’s face.

    “Please, no! Somebody help! I’ll give you whatever you want!” the mobster pleaded past sniffles and tears. He was so terrified that he soiled his tailor-made suit pants.

    “Disgusting, but not unexpected from a coward like you. Tu vas mourir, Jenny!” Ténèbre shouted as he lifted the blade over his head.

    “Ténèbre, we don’t have time for this,” Audere said with an air of disgust as he grabbed the murderer’s arm.

    “You dare!” Ténèbre exclaimed.

    “Yes, I do,” Audere stated, his eyes glaring in disapproval.

    The tense moment was broken by the sound of police sirens. Ténèbre also saw a couple of Don Fournier’s sedans pulling up to the scene. Jean-Michel must have called for back-up after the lights went out. Instead of stabbing his cousin, Bertrand landed a hard punch which broke Jean-Michel’s nose and right eye socket. Ténèbre rose to his feet then turned to Audere.

    “You must not be from Libreville. This is an unforgiving city. If you don’t have what it takes, we should reconsider our partnership. Meet me au Quartier-Sauterelle in two days.”

    With that, Ténèbre jumped into the car which had rolled to a stop against a lamp post. He drove into the night. Audere made his own egress. He ran through every side alley and leapt from rooftop to rooftop to avoid the police.

    Doubts entered his mind about Ténèbre’s true nature. It was almost as if Ténèbre himself was the true assassin. And why did he refer to the club owner as “Jenny?” Ténèbre’s war seemed personal. Audere decided another call to Marie was necessary.

    in reply to: Tell my story #31683

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    THE ETERNAL CHAMPION
    Original Character by WMDBASSPLAYER; Story by The Atomic Punk

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    “Don’t be afraid. Everything’s going to be alright.”

    …

    “No, thank you, I’m fine. Maybe a cup of coffee? Thank you.

    “Squeeze my hand.”

    … …

    “Are you sure that he can hear me? His grip is weak. I understand. He’s in a daze. His eyes seem empty.”

    …

    “Can you see me? Look into my eyes. No, don’t go back to sleep.

    “What? No, I’ll stay.

    “Please, I’m begging you. Stay awake!”

    … … …

    “No, I won’t let go! I’m not leaving this room!”

    … … … … … …

    “Oh, thank God!

    “Yes, I will take the call.

    “Marcus here. Boss, there was a car accident. I’m okay but my son was badly hurt. We’re at the hospital. Yes, they were able to stabilize his condition. Please apologize to my fans. I won’t be able to wrestle tonight.

    “Hey, champ, you gave me quite a scare.”

    in reply to: why does it make me log back in every time i click on a page? #31679

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    @barbario said:

    hi i keep getting logged out everytime i click a on say a blog or forum. i cant comment or anything. the “remember me” button isnt there.

    What browser are you using? Have you recently deleted cookies or ran a registry cleaner?

    In Chrome, the button is invisible. You have to use the Tab key after you enter your password then spacebar to check the box. Or, hover above it and click. Even then, you don’t see the checkbox. Just keep at it until the cookie is back in place.

    in reply to: Tell my story #31655

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    SI VIS AMARI, AMA (If you want to be loved, love)
    Original Characters by Harlekin; Story by the Atomic Punk

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    “David, please don’t go through that door!”

    “Sibyl, you’re not coming? We have to rescue Enkaku.”

    “It’s too dangerous! You could… you could die!”

    “What do you suggest, Sibyl? We have nowhere to go. There is no place to hide. Besides, Tama-hime cannot go in there alone. With your powers, we should be okay.”

    “David, I don’t know if they will work. I can’t control them. I’m… scared.”

    “Believe in yourself, Sibyl. Never give in to doubt.”

    “Thank you. David… you’ve always been there for me. I love you and don’t want to lose you. David… please, say something! Don’t you love me, too?”

    “Sibyl… I… I am sorry. I do not believe this is the right time to talk about love.”

    “Hey! Let’s move!”

    “Sibyl and I are ready, Tama-hime.”

    in reply to: Greek gods by The Jester #31645

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    Willkommen, jester!

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