LightWarden posted:Personally, I'm amused by the number of people holding day jobs and acting as vigilantes. Batman-level requires serious commitment, haven't you guys read "24/7" in Gotham Knights #32? It's pretty much an example day in Batman's life. It starts at 8 am and ends at 5 am, since he patrols the streets from evening until things quiet down in the morning. He gets sleep by pushing his commitments to the afternoon and taking naps in his office. He can get away with this because he owns Wayne Enterprises and everyone thinks he's good-natured, but prone to incompetency. If you don't own your own company that can take care of itself, this is kind of a problem. He's also aided in this little enterprise by people such as Oracle, who coordinates the Batclan through monitoring the city and making sure that someone's in the area whenever something happens. It's the Batclan members who have no other commitments who are able to work the beat the longest. This isn't a hobby, it's a full-time commitment, you go out there knowing that if you don't, people might get hurt or die because you weren't there. And then people die or get hurt when you are there and then things get really interesting.
LightWarden posted:And no, the correct answer is not "I don't sleep", because that will catch up to you and it will kill you.
LightWarden posted:Also realize that Batman trained for years to acquire his level of skills, and then trained other people. The people who joined up without too much experience had a rather steep learning curve, because there's so much more to being the caped crusader than just punching people. There's lots of stuff on stealth, information gathering, observational skills, deductive abilities, infiltration, character judgment, ability to view the larger picture, interrogation, mechanics, electronics, first aid and rescue techniques...
LightWarden posted:Why are so many of the characters loner sharpshooters?
MASTERPRENN posted:I think I tried to do the same issue style RP with my Opium game, Sephy. And ya, it failed for the same reason.
460 years after these words were spoken, the Prophecy of Extinction would come true. The voice of this rolling monstrosity was not a prophet, but he spoke these words, none the less. Just as he had said, it came quietly. On an uninhabitable world, a virus was created. Without a name it was inserted into a human. He died without a struggle, hours later. When the virus was released, it was a time of galactic peace. Anything but small civil disputes, were a thing of the past. And, suddenly, on Coruscant, humans began to fall prey to this deadly microorganism. Tensions rose, but not with the humans. They were already under the hold. They fell just as silently as had been prophesized. The virus infiltrated all species, but it only showed it’s symptoms in humans. A serene calm and then the sudden death. It could not be found in the body and left no footprints. Any thoughts of tracking the death, were squashed with the impossibility of it. It was the ultimate weapon, killing without a mark. During the next few years, names were thrown around quite a bit. Everyone wanted an answer, but no one had anything but more questions. And, those questions lead to questions. And, then to even more questions. And, the amount of civil disputes grew. And, they became brawls. It was an awkward time, no one wanted to be blamed for a war, but the line between balance and chaos was growing thin. Like ice, it would crack. And, crack it did.
460 years after these words were spoken, the Prophecy of Extinction would come true. The voice of this rolling monstrosity was not a prophet, but he spoke these words, none the less. Just as he had said, it came quietly. On an uninhabitable world, a virus was created. Without a name, it was inserted into a human. He died, slowly losing his mind along the way, within a day. When the virus was released, it was a time of galactic peace. Anything, but small civil disputes, were a thing of the past. And, suddenly, on Coruscant, humans began to fall prey to this deadly microorganism. Tensions rose quickly. The prophecy had been interpreted incorrectly. Humans who were infected began to lose sanity. Those, who didn't become infected immediatly, attempted to shield themselves. The virus infiltrated all species, but it only showed it's symptoms in humans. The same agonizing pain in their heads and the attack at their bodies vital systems. Some experienced images and visions. Of death. They were seeing the future of their race. And, they couldn't handle it. Some bodies were found without eyes, torn out in attempts to stall the visions. Humans thought that they would be able to see non-human species and live, but they were killed all the same. Coruscant was swept of all human presence within a month. The virus followed ships trying to escape the purge, and every planet they arrived at, the virus exacted it's costly toll. No one seemed to be safe. And, they weren't. There was nothing to stop their doom. Governments and Scientists looked to find a cure, but their ventures brought no lasting results. Fingers began to go pointing. Blaming others for the super weapon. The debates became arguments and then fights. The dark times, when war was the answer to dispute, were returning. But, no one wanted to be the instigator. For a while, the galaxy held it's breath. But, it couldn't last. Not with such a tragedy hanging over it's citizens. Everyone wanted an answer. They wanted to punish whoever had started the problem. The ice grew thin. With people pounding on it, with their fists and feet, it was bound to crack. It cracked.
