Character Draft Stories Round 1

/u/anglesrallyon

i wasn't going to write it all in one day, but it just sortof happened. it's too long for one message, so i will do it in parts. Story Starts Now Chapter 1: Fuck you Angels Never been in a room with so much crazy before. The Necromongers had their own crazy way, but this was different. This was the kind of crazy where you know you're loosing your marbles one by one, but just can't get a grip on any of them. Load of Mercs too, but i don't think they got the wave about my bounty, so i'll play along. First man i saw was Norman Osbourn. The Green Goblin, he liked to call himself. He said he liked to dress up and throw bombs at a spider. Couldn't tell when the Supernatural ended and the crazy began, but the way he mumbled to himself told me he had more than one story to tell. I didn't stick around to hear both sides. I just left him to keep tinkering with his bag of tricks. Wade Wilson was crazy too, but he had a look in his eye that told a sadder story. Said he earned the nickname Deadpool after the bets made on people being tested in the Weapon X project. Also said to tell the readers "Hello". He was the kind of man to laugh at a funeral. Not because death was funny, but because life was funny. From what he told me, seemed like he could live through damn near anything. Shame all he wanted to do was die. Kai Liang took up his brothers title "Sub-Zero". He was one of those "Men of Honor" off for vengeance. I didn't think i would get along with him, but he kept to himself, so i let him be. Then to crash the party were two Merc's just there for a payday. Han Solo and Chewbacca, a plucky team of ne'er-do-wells looking for fortune and fame in the stars. You've heard it all before. The Man was good with a blaster, the kind to shoot first and ask questions later, and his hairy pal seemed to be the muscle of his outfit, and quick to anger. And me? Well. If you don't already know I suggest you find out, but i'll give you the short version. I like long walks on the beach but i'm a hell of a runner. I like dogs, teacups, and i'm great with kids. My goal right now is to stay alive and free. I have a bad history with Mercs and Prisons, but i'm a nice guy once you get to know me. Trust me. So there it is. A merry band of misfits and lunatics. After the first five minutes just about all of us gave up on taking orders from anyone. No one would follow, and that was fine by me. No rules. No Leadership. Every man for themselves. Never was one for authority, even when i was the authority. Better just to let a man live by his own right. Han still called himself the captain though. I let the man believe it, and the hairball followed him. Don't think anyone else would listen to a damn thing he said. Han had the most experience with our adversary. "Stormtroopers". Said they were trained killers with heavy armor, but they didn't look half as tough as the stories. Liang and Deadpool wanted to blitz them, but Han was a hell of a talker, and convinced them both to hang back, for a little while at least. Norman was tinkering away and prepping his gadgets as I decided to make my exit. It would take them a while to make a plan, and i work better alone anyway. If the enemy had any scouts, it was best if this team of loonies didn't stay in a large group. The Imperial tech was stone age compared to the Necromongers. I asked politely if i could borrow a scouts ride and he kindly obliged after a little bit of persuasion. After a few minutes of scouting the area I got the intel. A few hundred soldiers with blast resistant armor and repeating blasters, ten large siege weapons that looked a bit unstable, and a little less than two dozen scouts. It was a slick outfit. A well oiled machine. And there was enough security to make me a bit skittish. With a week, i probably could have taken them down one by one. But i didn't think my new friends would want to wait that long in this forest just for me to have all the fun. No, I decided to sit this one out. The boys were hungry for blood, so I might as well let them have it. Went back to tell everyone the good news. Han looked a bit sheepish when i sold him the math, but just as i figured Wade and Norman both had a bit of a mad gleam in their eyes. Like dogs with a steak right by thier noses. Best not to keep an animal from it's lunch. Might lose a hand. Han and I shared a few drinks, courtesy of a few troopers with some personal items that were not quite regulation, and the Wookie tried his hand at playing chess against the unhappy ice cube. It was a break. Something I hadn't had in a while. I even got to like Han a little bit, he had some criminal in him, had some bounty hunters on his tail too. We swapped some stories as Sub-Zero and Chewie devolved into something more like wrestling than chess. Wasn't sure who was going to win that one. What happened next, I don't know exactly. And i'm not quite sure if i want to know. But we certainly dealt with the imperial troops, and it was the easiest job of my life.

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