James Casey Posted November 15, 2011 Share Posted November 15, 2011 They can be a great people, Kal-El, they wish to be. They only lack the light to show the way. For this reason above all, their capacity for good, I have sent them you... my only son. -Jor-El, Superman With great power, comes great responsibility. -Spider-Man And there came a day, a day unlike any other, when Earth’s mightiest heroes were united against a common threat! On that day The Avengers were born — to fight foes no single hero could withstand! -The Avengers I am vengeance. I am the night. I. Am. Batman! - Batman HULK SMASH! -The Incredible Hulk From darkest noir to the brightest Technicolor, from print, digital, cartoons, games, movies and, of course, comic books superhero stories have appeared in almost every genre and medium of story-telling. And now, at last, they’ve reached the zenith, the apex, the pinnacle that all aspire to... ...the GDS forums. Electricity, fire, psionics, water, telekinesis, flying brick, badass normal? Killer, big boy scout, pacifist, plotter, street-level saviour, global protector, Booster Gold? Where will your career take you? What super-teams will be enriched with your presence? Why will you become someone’s nemesis? Who will discover your secret identity, or mind-control you and make you beat down your team-mates? Where will you have exciting, super-powered makeout sessions? How about a magic trick? We welcome you, hero. Aim true, fight the good fight, protect the innocent, and keep those sales figures up – lest you get rebooted... What’s your story? Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
James Casey Posted November 15, 2011 Author Share Posted November 15, 2011 Hope no-one minds me starting this - even if we're waiting for the full release before getting too into our worlds, I imagine we all have ideas on what we might want to do with our games. I'm hoping to see some great stuff over the coming months! Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
praguepride Posted November 15, 2011 Share Posted November 15, 2011 This is the day that Jack died. If this was a movie, Jack's death might have had meaning. Maybe he would have uncovered a dark secret or witnessed an atrocity. With heroes and villains all around, why couldn't his death have more meaning? Instead, it came down to a couple of strung out junkies and some bad luck. The pair had melted out of the shadows of an alley, stepping to either side of him reeking of musk and liqour. Jack handed over his wallet, just as he'd always been told but it didn't matter, the muggers were too strung and attacked anyway. They came in fast and there was a brief scuffle before they ran away. As Jack looked down at his bleeding torso he didn't cry out in pain, he didn't watch his life flash before his eyes. He just stood there for a moment with a dumbfounded look on his face. He felt nothing, he thought nothing. Shock had shut him down even before the last drop of his blood had hit the pavement. He slowly fell to his knees and then pitched forward, the same surprised look on his face. As the void enveloped him, a light rain began to fall. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Comradebot Posted November 16, 2011 Share Posted November 16, 2011 This was my city. But this is also my country. I left one, hoping to defend the other… but it was trick. There was war, there were battles, but they were not the kind I had dreamt. I was stuck in the desert, fighting for one while the other… the other wept. Ravenholme, it should’ve always been Ravenholme… a cancerous blight swept across its cold, grey sreets, festering and infecting and killing… When my lips told the army that we were fighting the wrong war, they didn’t listen. When I spoke with my fist, they did. Ravenholme… my city. It is there America knows true peril, not in some desert halfway around the globe. My Ravenholme… the disease has left her so withered, worn, desiccated, and corrupt that I barely recognized her face. The gangs, the murders, the psychopaths and sociopaths… they rule the city now, spreading fear, horror, and death to the innocent. They are a cancer corrupting all that was once good here, and the only way to save healthy tissue is to cut the cancer out. My city, my Ravenholme… the streets are her veins… *a soft sound of fabric as a vest slips over a dimly lit room* … and now they’re filthy with scum, human scum…. *a tool cabinet squeaks open* I aim to sweep these streets clean… *a metal ‘schiick’ as knife slides into holster* …one… *a pair of clicks, magazine into gun…* …bullet… *… and safety off* …at a time… <iframe width="420" height="20" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/sO_QntXc-c4" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen></iframe> “The City Sweeper has you in his sights, punks, and he’s gonna power-wash the streets clean with your blood!!!” Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
OctoberRaven Posted November 16, 2011 Share Posted November 16, 2011 "There are many things that frighten criminals." "I will become one of those things." "I will be the symbol the city needs." "I will be much more than a man." "I will be... a box." BOX KNIGHT BEGINS Coming Soon Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
falling_star Posted November 16, 2011 Share Posted November 16, 2011 THE STREETSOF RAVENHOLMERACHEL NOIRvolume one http://jenniwhalen.files.wordpress.com/2011/06/rain.jpgThere is a place where the restless souls wander . . . Burdened by the weight of their own afflictions . . . their sadness, their insanity . . . Trapped somewhere between Heaven and Hell These people search endlessly for a way to rid themselves of their pain . . . There are those bound to codes of law . . . some who believe in honor among theives . . . Some seek ease their own suffering by shining a light in the darkness for others to see . . . Others simply seek an end to their suffering by inflicting their pain upon others . . . There is a place where these angels and demons dwell . . . A city whose light was snuffed out long ago . . . A place with streets that flow like rivers of filth . . . These are the streets of Ravenholme . . . Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
LordJaguar Posted November 16, 2011 Share Posted November 16, 2011 http://i687.photobucket.com/albums/vv237/Mukan_no_Teioh/CBH/User05.jpg A nuclear accident created the Wastelands but it also created me...Nuke the Radioactive Man! When others would leave the scum to fester and boil within the walled terreotory known as the Wastelands, I am going to remove it. Just because there aren't many citizens still living here doesn't mean they don't deserve justice... Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Jman2k3 Posted November 17, 2011 Share Posted November 17, 2011 This use to be such a nice town. . . That is until the scumbags and lowlifes claimed it as their own. . . Drugs being sold on the street corner. . . Girls tricking themselves out like their stuff is going out of style. . . You ask where are the cops. . . The cops won't do anything because they are on the scumbag payroll. . . Someone has to return this once beautiful city that has fallen from grace to the light once again. . . A shadow in the night. . . A cat on the prowl . . . A man whose nine lives are almost up. . . The criminals will know him soon because they will hear him roar. . . For he is . . . The Cougar . . . http://i32.photobucket.com/albums/d11/Jman2k3/Shasta.jpg Cougarisms. "Either you can take your finger off the trigger' date=' or I will. The choice is yours."[/quote'] "You have two options: either I can go around you' date=' or I can go through you. The choice is yours."[/quote'] Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Comradebot Posted November 18, 2011 Share Posted November 18, 2011 FYI: I wrote those "Cougarisms". The whole thing is a massive in-joke that sadly, not nearly enough people are in on. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
James Casey Posted November 19, 2011 Author Share Posted November 19, 2011 Welcome to Ravenholme Ravenholme. Dark, drug-addled, and a hard place to live. That's what they say, but for some people that shady influence doesn't make much of an impression. There was a time when life was good. Dad was still alive - and so was David. It was just the three of us, the way it had been since Mom died when I was three and David was one. Dad never let us feel like we were missing anything with Mom not being around - in truth, I don't remember her very well. Dad was always there, and that was enough for the both of us. http://i134.photobucket.com/albums/q81/jamescasey_photos/RipChord_alt.jpghttp://i134.photobucket.com/albums/q81/jamescasey_photos/TheaDavis.jpghttp://i134.photobucket.com/albums/q81/jamescasey_photos/EddStone_alt6.jpg Dad, Me and David in happier times I was in the academy, Dad was on the verge of retirement and David was making waves in the small movie business we have here in Ravenholme. He was talking of heading off to San Habbershan to get involved in the wider media world - or so he said. I think he just wanted to try and get close to Cosmic Girl... http://i134.photobucket.com/albums/q81/jamescasey_photos/CBH/CosmicGirl.jpg ...who he's had a picture of on his wall since he was 14 or so. In San Habbershan he could try and get involved in the Union's TV show and charm Cosmic Girl. That was just my guess, though. He had luck, guts and charm, so he probably could have made something of himself, wherever he ended up. One night, though, that wasn't enough. One night David did something brave, wonderful... and stupid. http://i134.photobucket.com/albums/q81/jamescasey_photos/CBH/RedMystery.jpghttp://i134.photobucket.com/albums/q81/jamescasey_photos/CBH/VickiHate.jpg There was a fight between Red Mystery and Vicki Hate, two of the 'super' beings who inhabit our world. Mystery's dead now, and no-one misses him too much, but back then he was some guy who tried to take on the world with a dart gun and some martial art moves he learned down the Y. Vicki Hate... she's a trained assassin. Scum, but in some cases they can be principled scum. A true Assassin takes pride in causing no collateral damage, and only ever killing someone who can defend themselves. Hate's just a killer who lives for slaughter. David died a hero, they tell me. I'd rather he lived a coward, but he pulled a wounded person out of the path of Hate and Mystery during their fight. Why Hate took exception to that I don't know, but according to eyewitness reports she caught Mystery with a high kick that sent him staggering backwards, turned on the spot and shot David at point blank range in the back, spun back around and shot Mystery as well. Mystery had armour. David didn't. Dad didn't recover from David's death - neither did I, but while I had the academy and my classmates to keep me focused, Dad was left alone in our house with nothing but his memories and his grief. I could have done more, I should have done more, but I was too young to recognise how much pain he was in, how little attention he was paying to the world around him. I was two weeks from graduation when my instructor pulled me aside. There'd been an accident at the rail station. The faintest inflection on the word 'accident' let me know that he had his doubts, and even the coroner recorded an open verdict at the inquest that followed. The funeral, of course, was a closed casket affair - I didn't even get to say goodbye to my father. Inside of a year my life was over. I must have done enough to graduate because I was awarded my badge somewhere along the way, but I didn't apply for a place at any precinct. I didn't get measured for a uniform. I didn't line up with my fellow blue bloods. I just went into a gun shop, bought two pistols, and started hunting for criminals. Ravenholme has a dark, seedy underbelly - as bad as anywhere. It's what drove me to the police, wanting to keep my friends and family safe. But I was naive - I thought that the police could keep us safe. I was wrong. David wasn't saved by the police. Dad wasn't saved by the police. They were taken from me, and there was only one way to bring someone like Vicki Hate to justice. Insurance payouts made me wealthy enough I didn't need to worry about money - not for some time, anyway. Staying in the family home was impossible, but it fetched a nice price and I put the money into my base. A place to train, to sleep, to recuperate... not to rest. Not that, not yet, maybe never. Certainly not until Vicki Hate lies dead at my feet. I've been hunting for months. I met her once, but she didn't know who I was, and she settled for shooting me cleanly, once. It would be enough to kill most people, but along the way I met a shady man who offered me a drug that would kill me or empower me. It wasn't much of a choice, and now I can heal from wounds that'd kill most people. Vicki won't make the same mistake another time, I'm sure - but I won't make the mistake of hunting her down until I'm really ready to kill her. Ravenholme has other protectors. There's Combat Wombat, who doesn't talk much. No-one really knows why he hunts criminals, but he does, and he does it well. http://i134.photobucket.com/albums/q81/jamescasey_photos/CBH/CombatWombat.jpghttp://i134.photobucket.com/albums/q81/jamescasey_photos/CBH/Risktaker.jpg Combat Wombat and Risktaker - my allies And there's Risktaker, who has even less going for him than Mystery did, but somehow he survives. He has a hate for the man who really controls Ravenholme that almost matches my hatred for Vicki Hate. http://i134.photobucket.com/albums/q81/jamescasey_photos/CBH/Narco.jpg Narco - Drug runner and crime kingpin. I don't really care, except that he pays Hate's wages... And then there's the saintly Dupin. http://i134.photobucket.com/albums/q81/jamescasey_photos/CBH/Dupin.jpg Dupin. Bastard. Just look at him - handsome, media-friendly, well-dressed and has a hard-earned reputation as a truly honest cop. Hard-earned - but not well-earned. Dupin spends far more time giving interviews about how he'll clean up Ravenholme then he does actually trying to do it. Vicki Hate's case had been sitting on Dupin's desk for a long time before she killed my brother. I broke into his office a few months ago - the file was covered in dust, and he'd probably never opened it. He had scribbled a note on the front cover about a TV interview, though. I took the file. Its contents are pinned to the wall of my base - there's a lot that Dupin could have done with it. If he'd acted on it, Vickie Heat wouldn't have killed David. One day, I'll make him pay for that. Maybe I could have been smarter about Dupin. He leads the Ravenholme Resistance, and will take on anyone who fights crime to work with him... for him. But Risktaker says that Dupin won't have me on the team. Apparently my opinion of him has reached his ears. So I'm going it alone. Risktaker and Combat Wombat help out where they can. I've got a couple of 'friends' who I keep in touch with to remind me that the rest of the world is still out there... and to pump for any information they might cough up. http://i134.photobucket.com/albums/q81/jamescasey_photos/CBH/IrishMikey.jpghttp://i134.photobucket.com/albums/q81/jamescasey_photos/CBH/SiennaScarlet.jpg Irish Mikey and Sienna Scarlet. They know stuff, sometimes... My mission is a simple one. If, along the way, I can help Risktaker take down Narco, then fine - he's a good man, and needs the help he won't get from Dupin. But that's secondary. I want to catch Vicki Hate, and put a bullet between her eyes. Once I do that, David and Dad will rest easy in their graves, and maybe I can I can do something else with my life, because it's a hard life, and it might kill me... and it's certainly not doing me any good, trying to kill people before they kill me every single night. But I can't stop - not until Hate is brought to justice. Until then... http://i134.photobucket.com/albums/q81/jamescasey_photos/CBH/RachelNoir.jpg Me. Leaner, harder, faster, stronger, angrier, deadlier. ...call me Rachel Noir. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
jhd1 Posted November 19, 2011 Share Posted November 19, 2011 Looks good, James. Without taking anything away from your writing, I can't be the only one really wishing when I first loaded the page that you were taking Edd Stone to Ravenholme <img alt="" data-src="//content.invisioncic.com/g322608/emoticons/tongue.png.ceb643b2956793497cef30b0e944be28.png" src="<___base_url___>/applications/core/interface/js/spacer.png" /> Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Comradebot Posted November 21, 2011 Share Posted November 21, 2011 Bah, so very, very, very many Ravenholme diaries goin' on already. Maybe I'll have to shelf my City Sweeper game as a personal one only and find something less saturated, give folks some variety in what to read. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Midnightnick Posted November 21, 2011 Share Posted November 21, 2011 Bah, so very, very, very many Ravenholme diaries goin' on already. Maybe I'll have to shelf my City Sweeper game as a personal one only and find something less saturated, give folks some variety in what to read. Comrade. I want to see you take on Captain Persia. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Comradebot Posted November 21, 2011 Share Posted November 21, 2011 Comrade. I want to see you take on Captain Persia. ... I'll be honest, it'd turn into a hate crime pretty quickly, and I'd possibly get some death threats from Al-Qaeda. Not saying I might not give him a try, though. And not writing off City Sweeper by a longshot (no pun intended). Some of his issues I've had in game so far would be absolutely fantastic fun to write, my only concern is the potential over-saturation of Ravenholme. Don't want to see it become the USPW and WWE of CBH diaries. Awesome, sure, but if EWA taught me anything it's that I likes as much creative freedom as I can get. Quite the conundrum I face. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
SmithBiggzOwner Posted November 22, 2011 Share Posted November 22, 2011 <blockquote data-ipsquote="" class="ipsQuote" data-ipsquote-username="Comradebot" data-cite="Comradebot" data-ipsquote-contentapp="forums" data-ipsquote-contenttype="forums" data-ipsquote-contentid="32641" data-ipsquote-contentclass="forums_Topic"><div>... I'll be honest, it'd turn into a hate crime pretty quickly, and I'd possibly get some death threats from Al-Qaeda.<p> </p><p> </p><p> </p><p> Not saying I might not give him a try, though.</p><p> </p><p> </p><p> And not writing off City Sweeper by a longshot (no pun intended). Some of his issues I've had in game so far would be absolutely fantastic fun to write, my only concern is the potential over-saturation of Ravenholme. Don't want to see it become the USPW and WWE of CBH diaries. Awesome, sure, but if EWA taught me anything it's that I likes as much creative freedom as I can get. Quite the conundrum I face.</p></div></blockquote><p> </p><p> Why not make City Sweeper a wanderer and make him move town every few issues to take on different villains(This will also keep this dynasty fresh)</p> Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Comradebot Posted November 23, 2011 Share Posted November 23, 2011 <blockquote data-ipsquote="" class="ipsQuote" data-ipsquote-username="SmithBiggzOwner" data-cite="SmithBiggzOwner" data-ipsquote-contentapp="forums" data-ipsquote-contenttype="forums" data-ipsquote-contentid="32641" data-ipsquote-contentclass="forums_Topic"><div>Why not make City Sweeper a wanderer and make him move town every few issues to take on different villains(This will also keep this dynasty fresh)</div></blockquote><p> </p><p> ... Because I've already been playing the game with him, haha...</p><p> </p><p> That said, he may not spend <em>all</em> his time in Ravenholme. Eh, probably do the diary with him anyways. Just Ravenholme, not my fault my favorite character is in the most popular city at the start. If, like, a bunch of other City Sweeper diairies sprung up over night, then that'd be awkward.</p> Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
praguepride Posted December 30, 2011 Share Posted December 30, 2011 Just as a heads up, next week Ill be starting a dynasty to flesh out my mod. It wont be based off of game play per se, at least not in the beginning. I nstead it will follow various key players as I flesh out the origins of...The Device!!! Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Clarity Posted June 14, 2012 Share Posted June 14, 2012 This thread wasn't actually dead. It was just displaced in time. Just throwing this out there for opinions. Characters name is subject to change August 16th 2013 Ruins Of Harbour City Is that it.. Is it finally over? With his ears still ringing from that final explosion, The Masked Star surveyed the scene. Fires were still raging in the nearby buildings and sparks filled the air from the broken street lights. He could see men and women hiding behind overturned cars and fallen debris with fear in their eyes that this was just a lull in the storm and soon the horror would return. Sensing something behind him, he turned to see the train station collapse spreading yet more dust into the air. Yet another building gone he thought to himself. In the last thirteen hours, he had seen so much of the city destroyed that he had almost gone numb to the devastation that had been caused. He reached to the pain at the top of his head and felt the tear in his mask and the sticky congealed matte of blond hair that was poking out of it. His yellow spandex suit was torn in various places and the emblem was hanging off his chest. My identity is still safe at least he thought to himself. He felt a wave of disgust spread through him. People were dead and here he was worrying about if his identity had been revealed. Not the time or the place he thought especially since some of their blood was still on my suit. Like a radio being tuned in, the ringing faded and sound came back but The Masked Star wished it hadn’t. He could hear the sirens in the distance but from their volume knew it would be a while before they would get there. Closer to him, he could hear the muttering of the wounded civilians and their moans of pain. He could tell by the tone of some of their voices that they blamed the capes for this, but his team and the Special Powers Force in general had been as much in the dark before the attack as everyone else. I need to find the team he thought. Alone, it would take forever to search the ruins, but with his team mates beside him, they would save more lives. He composed himself and closed his eyes, shutting out everything else and tried focusing on pinpointing exactly where the quiet noises were coming from. Loud people were alive and could wait. Quiet people may not have much time left. 'Oh god. Oh god. I’m sorry.. I’m so sorry' Masked Star snapped right back into the present and fell to his knees. He knew that voice very well. It was Snow-cat and her voice was very faint. She was in trouble. To Be Continued.. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Ockbald Posted June 15, 2012 Share Posted June 15, 2012 This thread wasn't actually dead. It was just displaced in time. Just throwing this out there for opinions. Characters name is subject to change August 16th 2013 Ruins Of Harbour City Is that it.. Is it finally over? With his ears still ringing from that final explosion, The Masked Star surveyed the scene. Fires were still raging in the nearby buildings and sparks filled the air from the broken street lights. He could see men and women hiding behind overturned cars and fallen debris with fear in their eyes that this was just a lull in the storm and soon the horror would return. Sensing something behind him, he turned to see the train station collapse spreading yet more dust into the air. Yet another building gone he thought to himself. In the last thirteen hours, he had seen so much of the city destroyed that he had almost gone numb to the devastation that had been caused. He reached to the pain at the top of his head and felt the tear in his mask and the sticky congealed matte of blond hair that was poking out of it. His yellow spandex suit was torn in various places and the emblem was hanging off his chest. My identity is still safe at least he thought to himself. He felt a wave of disgust spread through him. People were dead and here he was worrying about if his identity had been revealed. Not the time or the place he thought especially since some of their blood was still on my suit. Like a radio being tuned in, the ringing faded and sound came back but The Masked Star wished it hadn’t. He could hear the sirens in the distance but from their volume knew it would be a while before they would get there. Closer to him, he could hear the muttering of the wounded civilians and their moans of pain. He could tell by the tone of some of their voices that they blamed the capes for this, but his team and the Special Powers Force in general had been as much in the dark before the attack as everyone else. I need to find the team he thought. Alone, it would take forever to search the ruins, but with his team mates beside him, they would save more lives. He composed himself and closed his eyes, shutting out everything else and tried focusing on pinpointing exactly where the quiet noises were coming from. Loud people were alive and could wait. Quiet people may not have much time left. 'Oh god. Oh god. I’m sorry.. I’m so sorry' Masked Star snapped right back into the present and fell to his knees. He knew that voice very well. It was Snow-cat and her voice was very faint. She was in trouble. To Be Continued.. Looking foward to it! Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Clarity Posted July 10, 2012 Share Posted July 10, 2012 This would have been the next part: <blockquote>Part #2 He took to the air with a slight wobble and headed to where he heard her voice. It was the remains of a small café that he knew quite well as he had frequented it regularly in his civilian guise and knew the staff there well. Are they buried under here as well or did they get out in time. He hoped for the latter. The front wall of the café was gone causing the flat above to collapse down into it and Snow-cat was buried somewhere underneath it all. He found her legs first, all bloodied and broken. Even with the SPF's advanced technology, I don’t think she's going to walk again. Knowing her position, he worked at clearing her head and eventually lifted up a supporting beam and saw that her face which was usually cheerful and smiling had been replaced with a mask of pain 'Robert' She cried out when she saw him. 'Oh god I thought I was going to die alone' 'Code-names remember' he replied and once more felt a wave of disgust at himself. We've been colleagues for years and I’m criticising her after what we've just been through 'I don’t care. Did we stop it.. Did we win' 'I think so. I don’t know. There was a light and an explosion and then I was picking myself up off the floor. Let me try get you out of here' Snow-cat had been pinned to the ground by the main supporting beam that lay across her chest. Her right arm was useless as it had been crushed and hung limply by her side. Even with his enhanced strength, Robert struggled trying to left the beam and it shifted ever so slightly before dropping back into place. Snow-cat screamed in pain when it landed. Where’s Power-Ape when I need him he thought. 'Robert.. I’m getting so cold' Snow-cat said. 'We're going to get you out of this' Robert lied. 'Hold on alright' Snow-cat coughed and blood began trickling down her cheek. 'Think I’m off the team' she said softly. 'You’re not. You’re so not. We are going to be laughing about this in years to come. You were great today. I couldn't have asked for a better member of the team, and we won today. Don’t you forget that? People will forever remember this day and you. You will never be forgotten Jess' 'Code-names' she laughed but stopped when she began coughing up more blood. She began convulsing and then grew still. Robert checked for a pulse but she was gone so he closed her eyes and said a quiet goodbye. He wanted to cry but knew that he should wait so he took all the grief and pushed it deep inside himself for later and slipped back into being The Masked Star. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
LordJaguar Posted May 23, 2014 Share Posted May 23, 2014 <p>Necro Bump!</p><p> </p><p> I was wondering if there was any interest in dynasties for this game or had that boat sailed away already?</p> Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Emark Posted May 26, 2014 Share Posted May 26, 2014 I think there is always interest. A few of us still walk through here to see if anything new has popped up. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
LordJaguar Posted May 27, 2014 Share Posted May 27, 2014 Well, would a visual lite, synopsis style dynasty interest anyone? My idea was to do 3 -5 paragraphs a post that detail major events in the Infinityverse such as Mr. Infinity's origin, the formation of The Freedom Alliance and The League of Fiends... Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Emark Posted June 1, 2014 Share Posted June 1, 2014 That'll work. And you never know, what you write may spur others to get back into CBH and create more interest. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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