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RE: Let's go treasure hunting! *Now with a plot idea.*

Idea One

((For this intro a twenty-three year old Billy Batson is let out of prison ten years after his incarceration. As far as where you would fit in the plot you could play a superhero trying to convince him to take up the good fight once more. Perhaps you just want to be a hero and you just want some guidance. Maybe you have nothing to do with that part of the world and are just a neighbor or even his attorney.))


He didn't look well. A man in his late twenties stood before a mirror in a bare bedroom with his shirt tossed on the floor beside him. Dark stubble covered his scalp and his once sky blue eyes were dull. His skin was pale and marred with scars from constant interactions with violence. A few burns, a couple of slashes and two scars that were no doubt self inflicted. “No short sleeves.” It wasn't a voice that saw constant use, best described as a harsh whisper. The kind used on a stage, all conspiratorial and meant to be heard. That was probably the best part about prison. While he hated not being able to make any decisions for himself at first it soon became a comfort. Without choices it was easier to just let the world pass him by. He went were they told him to go, did as instructed and most important of all he kept his mouth shut. Now he would have to buy his own clothing, something that hid how poorly he ate the last ten years, and decide how he would spend his time.

That was the scariest part. It was a simple question; What are you doing today? It filled him with dread. After spending ten years locked up in a solitary cell he dreaded the ability to go out and see the world himself. When the truth that he had been framed came out he would not see anyone. For three weeks straight he refused to see the state appointed attorney that came to see him. That was until the warden came by and explained that the process to see him released had already been started and he would be out of Belle Reve in a matter of days whether he liked it or not. After forcing a promise out of him to stay our of trouble William Joseph Batson finally agreed to meet with his lawyer. Three days later he was released with a sum of money that the state had offered to avoid a lawsuit. His lawyer wanted to refuse on the grounds that they could easily push for more, but Batson accepted the offer.

It turned out that Doctor Sivana had confessed to the whole thing on his death bed. Time had finally caught up with the super villain and he had needed to mock and shame the world one last time. The weapon of choice in that instance had been the truth. He had killed the boys uncle and had controlled the minds of several key persons the the Fawcett City Police Department to make sure that the case against his teenage archenemy would be strong as possible. The deception had gone off without a hitch and not even his super power allies had been able to prove him innocent. No, the boy grew into a man behind bars and would not know freedom until he had no chance at revenge. Not that he wanted any, or at least he didn't think he did. The opportunity had passed and he would never know for himself.


With a heart full of trepidation he dressed once more and left his second floor apartment and was out on the streets of Gotham. He lacked the courage to go back to Fawcett City and knew that no one would come to Gotham to find him without clearing it with the Bat. He hoped that the Batman would know well enough that he had come to his city to hide from the world. Just another face wandering the dismal streets of the city hoping to be lost and forgotten.
 
RE: Looking for a crossover.

Idea Two



The world had come to a sudden and tragic end five months ago. Across the globe people began turned on one another and attacked with out any apparent reason. On that first bleak night it wasn't uncommon to hear someone joking about the beginning of a zombie apocalypse. When it became clear that there was truth to the statements people stopped laughing. Panic was what did the most damage those first several weeks. No one had been willing to trust anyone else or heed their various governments when they were instructed to head to military controlled 'safe' zones. People grouped together to ride out the end of the world, but in truth they spent more time fighting other survivors than making any real attempts to survive. After all the infighting and the walking corpses filling the cities it didn't take long before those that survived stopped really seeing other people. Maybe someone was lucky enough to be part of a group that survived all the violence, but very few of those had more than five people. If Raymond Akiyama was a betting guy, and he was, he would bet that most of the survivors that still walked the earth did so alone which suited him just fine.


See, just several months before the outbreak the world bore witness to it's first superhero. It was a guy in Australia that had foiled an attempted robbery wearing a colorful costume. The guy was bullet proof and had stopped the thieves with his bare hands. Next was the telekinetic woman out of California, the stone man in Russia and so on. All in all there were probably thirty publicly operating superheroes when everything went to shit. This wasn't lost on the general populace and like so many other people the heroes were killed by their fellow human beings than the infected. Because of this the superhero community hadn't really been able to do much of anything to stop the undead tide from spreading. Those who weren't murdered did much like Raymond had himself. He threw away the costume and just hid away from the world. It didn't make much sense in trying to help people that would try to stab him in the back 'for helping start the plague.' That was the common reason given when the heroes were being killed.


This was why the electricity generating man formerly known as Dynamo currently lived alone one of the trains on the elevated rail system in Chicago. Specifically, he was sitting one of the seats in the car watching a movie on a lap top with it's power cord held in his left hand. After the initial horror and the feeling of betrayal had passed Raymond found himself contending with boredom than anything else. Something had to change, but he couldn't say what. He didn't want to leave the comfort of his train especially after he put all the effort in cleaning it and storing supplies inside of it and it's not like anything good what come of his leaving. His super powered status meant that what few people were left would probably try and kill them when the truth came out and he hadn't met someone with power since a month before the outbreak.


None of that diminished the fact that something had to change.
 
RE: Looking for a crossover.

Did some editing.

At some point I will be pleased with this thread.
 
RE: You're an inanimate fucking object!

Man your first line made me fucking laugh xD shit
 
RE: You're an inanimate fucking object!

It's from In Bruges and I recommend watching it if you've never seen it.


It's currently on Netflix, I think.
 
RE: The world is a diagonal... I am the balancing point.- Added a couple of ideas.

Bumping due to edits.
 
RE: “That's what life is. Adjustment.” Ideas and images added.

A bump because of how long it took to add those pictures.
 
RE: Typical Russian. Needs a missile to hit anything.-- Added a note about crossovers.

Bumping for 'cause I added a note about crossovers.
 
RE: Typical Russian. Needs a missile to hit anything.-- Added a note about crossovers.

Added a couple of characters under Video Games and a genre with a couple of links.
 
RE: Original/Fandoms/Crossovers/What If?-- Looking for something strange.

I really should take the time to make this thread nice and neat.
 
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