If
you don’t hit the record button you will not record the game session. Passed
all sound checks, but yeah, jumped into the game without hitting record. Here
is your session report for the latest issue of Even Heroes Bleed.
Mettle
sets up some more Go-Pros and Bug Sits down at the end of the street by the
open commercial space he hopes will provide a safe enough place to throw around
super hero stuff. The high tech flame thrower is in Bug’s lap. First a biker
shows up on his ride and then right after a ’68 Ford Mustang rolls up. White
with blue racing stripes, it was White Patriot’s car, but since Superfrog
killed his ass “Fire Bug” has been driving it.
He has been referred to as Tank Boy, Fire Bug, Gun Bunny, names the superheroes of the city have been calling him for lack of anything else. And this is really “bugging” Bug. And this is the first thing Bug asks the pair as they walk up and demand the gun be turned over. The masked pyromaniac says he is the Jury and the Jury has reached a verdict. “The Jury finds you guilty and the judge has passed a sentence of death!” Acting nonplused, Bug sits there and takes Jury’s best punches. Bugs insect-mimicry powers allows him to take a tremendous beating so he only bruises his fists. He turns and gives the biker dude a “what-do-you-want-me-to-do-now” look. The grumbling, burly biker possibly has only one good eye. A black patch, cloth, covers his left eye. His bare arms are wreathed in Nordic and Celtic tattoos. Bug stands up and swats Jury fifteen feet and the pyro hits the gravel with a crunch and a yelp. Reico, who is believed to be the leader of the Civil Guard is angered his “disciple” has been pushed around, steps forward and with blue crackling energy emitting from his fist gives Bug a terrific blow.
“How
can you stand the power of my ensorcelled fist? Reico states surprised. If Bug
had any witty banter he quipped back with, I missed it.
“Just
smoke him, why don’t we just smoke ’em Reico? Jury pulls a gun from his jacket
pocket.
“No,
this man has some form of power. What I need is my avatar, my champion to deal
with such insignificance as this, this… Hedge Wizard. He grabs both Jury’s
arms. You will serve me as the true chaotic flame you are. I pass on to you the
spirit of ever-living fire, I give you the essence of the great Fire Giant
Surtr!” Reico’s hands and arms go a vivid grey blue. A blue fire rims his eyes
and Jury is enveloped in a wreath of explosive fire. Jury screams in agony and
collapses to the ground. Reico turns to Bug. Now he is growing larger, his
muscles are rippling and his arms and face are grey-blue. Electrical energy
crackles around him. “You will now feel the wrath of Wotan the
purifier and now my avatar will unleash a cleansing fire!”
Jury
is no longer screaming. He slowly rises to his feet, still wreathed in flame.
The whipping red flames sing with the fearful souls of those he has burned to
death in this city. He is laughing hysterically and blasts Bug with gouts of
flame from his hands. Bug feels the sting of this unnatural gout of flame
bathing him. In desperation he lashes out with the power of a Rhino Beetle and
sends Jury flying 80'. The force of his blow renders the pyromaniac unconscious
in a heap on the ground.
Wotan
roars in frustration and attempts to rend Bug with his bare, blue, and grey
veined hands. The hero and villain dodge and weave. Wotan fighting as a highly
skilled warrior would, Bug sort of letting his insect-mimicry powers make him
float like a butterfly and sting like a bee! Bug lands some solid blows, but
Wotan laughs them off. "You give me good sport little man." I have
not had a good wrestling contest since I last visited Utgard!”
Bug
manifests the stinging poison of the Murder Wasp and his chitin-tipped fingers sink
into Wotan’s pulsing skin. The blue of his arm turns purple from the venom and
Wotan flings Bug from himself. Witnessing the unfolding stalemate, Mettle uses
her magnetic powers to rip the hood off the Mustang (dude!) and wraps it around
Wotan in a vice-like grip. Arms pinned, Wotan roars with rage and insult.
Unable to defend himself effectively Bug lands another solid, insect-enhanced
punch. Spittle flies from Wotan’s mouth, he is inarticulate from his rage of
being denied the punishment he wishes to inflict. Mettle wastes no time and
hurls the metal-wrapped supervillain a ¼ mile in the air.
Bug
follows with a giant leap of his own and tries to enhance Wotan’s journey into the
pavement over a hundred and fifty feet below. A loud crunch follows Wotan’s
plummet into the street. Asphalt is pulverized under him leaving a two-foot
depression. But Wotan shakes it off! Now there is murder in his eyes! “I have
no time for these foolish games. I have my champion again, so I now ride on Valkyrie
wings to my destiny!” The giant blue man with one eye and bone beads in his hair
scoops up his unconscious companion. With one gigantic leap he clears the
nearby buildings. Bug and Mettle pass on chasing the transformed biker and
collect their GoPros. Mettle is excited about the footage she believes was
caught.
“I think we have our city arsonist on film flaming away. We are much closer to seeing some people in prison now.” Mettle says satisfied. “Some positive IDs and the Feds at least can come down on these two.
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