4th-TG-War

Ah, America, how it had been so long since I'd come back to where the war started. I'd planned to hit a more... odd... person this go around, another of the split personality types from what the dossier had said. I was headed for the historical city of Grande Coue, a place known for having been stuck in the 1920s due to a localized rift in time and space. My target was located somewhere within... the Oeuf D'Ouest district of the city. Passing through the rift border on the outskirts of the sprawling metropolis, my outfit became a classy suit and a fedora. As for the vehicle I was in, it became a Rolls-Royce roadster with an open top and a gr

I'd decided to enjoy my day rather than actively hunt my foes, relaxing in my Cold War era nuclear submarine in my private quarters. I'd put out another anonymous tip, and now I just had to wait for whoever desired to try and ruin my day. Enjoying relaxing in my baby bear skin armchair, I gently pet the catgirl that was sitting in my lap... Ivana. She seemed to enjoy the new body more than I expected, so I promoted her from boring henchman to personal bodyguard and granted her with the perfect form for the task. Watching the security feed on my laptop, I await the mouse that was to soon fall prey to my lovely Ivana. Agent 777, also known as

Two targets this time... A guerrilla operative with multiple minds and a macho magician from Vegas. Easy, just have to wait for them to make a move on the trap I've lain. This time, I'd decided to try a more... direct approach. Sitting in an abandoned ghost town out in the western United States, I'd lain my bait: Through an anonymous tip, I'd informed these two that there was a Glyphix in the shape of a revolver that never missed its mark. This, however, was a lie at its finest. I waited in a dusty ramshackle saloon with one of my own men adorned in an Adidas tracksuit, biding my time behind an old bar top as I awaited my prey. Waiting for m

It is nice and sunny, the fresh air being breathed in and out of the lungs by a certain sniper in red. Skye... Jay Skye... my first victim. He appeared to be working on an airplane of some sort, German in design and sporting dual jets rather than the propellers of the standard World War 2 era aircraft. A smirk forms on my face as I chamber a sniper round more fitting for an artillery gun. Taking aim from my position two miles away in a rocky encampment, I pull the trigger and feel the force recoil into my shoulder. This... Jay... could only hear the booming crack of my massive rifle before he found himself and his jet fighter were impacted b

Setting: Bar, Extremely Stormy The Masked Mysterio sat there at a table minding his own business.  The bartender comes up. Bartender: Here ya go sir!  One Root Beer. The Masked Mysterio: Thanks. The Masked Mysterio takes a sip of his root beer.  Suddenly, someone sprints through the door.  He had brown hair, a strange blue knife, and a worried look on his face.  They also looked out of breath. ???: That storm came out of nowhere!  Holy crap! The Masked Mysterio: This storm is said to last all day. The teen jolts backwards in fear. ???: You are The Masked Mysterio!  Please stay away from me. The Masked Mysterio: Don't fear me.  I won'

Setting: Modern Day, Nighttime, Building Tops. The Masked Mysterio was staring over the city.  He was looking for trouble, and to stop the trouble. The Masked Mysterio:  Darn....  That last call with Sam was close.  If only it was easier to keep my identity secret. Suddenly....... Random Lady: AHHHHH!!! The Masked Mysterio leaps off the tall skyscraper, and lands like a cat on the ground.  He spots the lady being assaulted by a bulk, hulk-like figure. The Masked Mysterio: Halt! The masculine figure abruptly stops and turns towards The Masked Mysterio.  The face he saw was so reconizable, that no one could mistake them for anyone else.

Sam was staring into the picture for hours.  He was trying to figure out who this guy was. Sam: Brown hair, Excellent Swordsman, Stays Serious, knows Lildawg, and only seems to fight when threatened or when someone else is bullied.  Are you sure this isn't you Wolf? Wolf: I told you a million times!  It is not me! Sam: Well it has to be someone!  Who knows if this guy is evil? Wolf: We could ask Athleto. Sam: But he is skilled with knives, not swords.  I'm pretty sure he would suck with a sword, and he is not this dangerous. Wolf: Well, it isn't Gem.  He is too big for the costume. Sam:  You're right, so that takes him out.  He is usua

In an alleyway, Christi(The Kawaii one) is shoved to the ground. Christi: Oof....  Why are you being mean to me? Bully: Because I can't stand no good TGers! As the bully rambles on about how and why he hates TGers, The Masked Mysterio sneaks up from behind.  The Bully picks up Christi. The Masked Mysterio: Put......  The Alter Ego....... Down...... Bully: Well well well!  We have a brave fellow trying to save the damsel in distress!  Not today hotshot! The Bully yanks out a REAL gun and takes a potshot at The Masked Mysterio.  When the bully recovered from the recoil, he noticed The mysterious warrior brought the bullet to a stop with h