"You're never going to get away with whatever it is you have planned, do you know that?" "Mr. Drake, I am afraid you do not perhaps comprehend the full… what is the word? 'gravity' of the situation you find yourself in. I have already 'gotten away with it.' All that remains is a matter of time, and time is something I, unlike you, have in abundance." "The League knows about you. They can stop this. They can stop you." "Ah, yes, 'The League.' Did they by chance tell you that you were the third of your kind that they sent to try and uncover the nature of my efforts?" Drake remained silent. "No, I didn't think so. Because, you see, Mr. Drake, they don't know something about me. Something they really ought to have known in the first place." The man reached into his breast pocket and removed a small, metallic object. It had become worn and dirty as a result of the inexorable march of time, but it was immediately recognizable to John Drake. It was a badge he, too, possessed. "That's not… you can't… there's no…" "No record of my service? Yes, I took care of such matters over 100 years ago, well before that Turing moron came along and digitized all of the League's rosters. I'm a sinner, Mr. Drake, not a fool, and I have had a very long time to get my 'affairs in order' as you Englishmen put it." "I'm Irish." "Oh I believe my geographic generalizations are the very least of your concerns, Mr. Drake. Just take a look at this monitor here. I think that will do a great deal of my explaining for me." John Drake's eyes widened to the size of saucers as he read the words on the screen. "You can't do this. No matter what your goals, surely, at least, as a human being, you have to-" "Mr. Drake, I don't believe you fully understand the implications of that sentence you are about to utter," the man explained, as a third figure materialized behind him. "I have not been 'a human being' in the strictest sense for a very, very long time now." The man's smile widened. "Of course, I know what will happen to me when the world ends. As for the rest of you…" The words on the screen were glowing behind the man's head. There were only three words Drake recognized, but they had been more than enough to fill him with dread. Iä! Iä! Azathoth! "As for the rest of you, well, I always did want to come out of this on top." As the doors opened, the rather strange array of individuals who had been waiting outside were greeted by their host's somewhat eccentric tastes in music. Specifically, his current love affair with the soundtrack. Even more specifically, his current love affair with soundtracks composed by Elmer Bernstein. "Ah, yes, yes, I've been expecting you, come in, come in!" The old man beckoned the new arrivals to follow him through the massive double doors. "Step lively then, not up the stairs yet, we're going to the main hall, which is... um... yes, that way, of course. I know this. Really. Yes! Yes! Here we are! The sitting room! "It's a little old-fashioned but you'll get used to it. Has a certain sort of charm to it. Where was I? Oh yes! My name is Dr. Emmett Lathrop Brown, Ph.D., though everybody else just calls me 'Doc.' So, er, so can you." "Wait, no, that's not the point. The point is Welcome to the League of Extraordinary Gentlemen! Yes, that was it. Um, my apologies, ladies, it's a very old name and they still haven't gotten around to changing it. We deal primarily in the handling of and disposing of threats to humanity from across and throughout time and space, in continuation of a tradition so old I'm... not actually sure how old it is. Me! And I've got a time-travelling DeLorean! You can imagine, then, how storied an organization such as this must be. "For those of you coming from other spacial-temporal coordinates, this is London and it's 1975. No! Sorry. 1976! Yes, that was it. I trust we all had a safe, enjoyable trip here? Too bad if you didn't, you already committed. We've already collected dues and everything. Wait, no, we don't collect dues. Never mind. This particular time and location was chosen as our base of operations for reasons I'm not entirely sure of, something about a special extradimensional significance. Whatever. We're not shackled here by any sort of particular obligations, so we've been known to play a bit loosey-goosey with the laws of time and space. Why, here's a depiction of me battling dinosaurs millions of years ago, drawn by Picasso himself! "We, uh, don't get along too well. In any case I sincerely hope you make the most of your time here with the League." "That all said, first things first, I'm going to need each of you to fill out one of these forms. I know, I know, they're a pain, but like all organizations of this nature we have to keep an extensive record of everything that goes on. Insurance reasons. Really. No I don't know how it works, either." Name: Age: Appearance: Special Abilities: Equipment: Time and Place of Origin: Brief Biography: Work in Which They First Appeared: "Right, thank god that's out of the way. Now just take a few minutes to review these policies, and I'll get you all prepped for your first assignment." The League is fond of keeping extensive records. Consequently, please PM all Character Sheets to Ramza for approval. For the most part, the League is open to all worthy prospective applicants. Characters may be from a book, comic book, film, television series, or they could even be a person who really lived in "our" time. Ramza reserves the right to reject submissions. Please, no Star Wars characters, you will be rejected. Most high power superheroes will also be rejected. Remember also that your character should be able to function as part of a team in some capacity. The League would remind its members that they are, ultimately, only capable of so much. The usual bits about how the GM's word is law, godmoding is bad, teeth should be brushed twice daily, etc. apply. The League requests prior notification of any anticipated absences, to better accomodate the remaining members. Please let us know in advance if you'll be gone for more than a week. I will never drop a player due to prolonged absence, but I do reserve the right to take over your character in the interim. The League recognizes the diversity of its applicants and strives to be all-inclusive. Alan Moore and Kevin O'Neill's original series, while certainly worth a read, is essentially not canon for our purposes, though you may certainly crib ideas off of them. Something was written here, but it's impossible to make out. The ink must've run. There is no rule six. Adventure awaits! Have fun!