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05-28-2010, 01:38 AM
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There had been nothing for a long time now, but in a way this was better. Better to not exist at all for a while than live to see the depths of depravity your country has sunk to.
__________________But all was not lost, and even on your beloved country's darkest moments you were still there, a glimmer in the eye, the word from the mouth of those fighting to return it to what it was. It was always known you would return, when your country again embraced your ideals. I doubt anyone expected it to occur when it did though. Perhaps they expected some great event, world peace, economic freedom and equality for all... But no, what brought you back in the end was smaller but in its own ways no less great... It was a Fair. To be fair, it wasn't just any Fair. It was a free, city funded fair. Almost advertising free, with donation-to-ride attractions. All of the money to be donated to charity. Half the money to the Orphans of Villains fund, the rest to help fund a new Metahuman awareness class at the local highschool. The normal metal detectors are gone as well, open gates allowing all in free of charge. AEGIS volunteered its services as guards, plainclothes agents using high tech gadgets and subtle powers to make sure there are no pickpockets or issues. Little known is that they also have a new device that decreases the blood alcohol level of everyone present, reducing fights and general unruliness to next to none. Your first sight in this new reality wasnt a fight to protect Love, liberty and Freedom. It was to revel in it. All around you are signs of great good and joy, charity and goodness. People paying in large bills to ride attractions they might once have refused to pay pennies for. Black, white, even purple (only one, a more obvious mutant) all walking freely and safely, in a pleasant environment intended for joy. The event was almost over, night had fallen and children were starting to daze in their parents laps as about half of the guest sat down for the closing speeches from the major and the major sponsors. A huge Jar had been set up, surrounded by several obvious AEGIS personel, containing all the money gained from the Fair. It was a substantial amount, enough to aid both causes for several years to come. But all was not well, and you soon discover that you returned in a time of not quite complete peace. You hear him first, a heavy crash as a Jeep blasts through a stand of teddybears (20$+ donation each, and for each one bought another given to a city orphan free). Screaming as people start to run, fleeing and crying out at what is practically blasphemy. The Jeeps all hold the flag of General Mayhem (An all red and white striped flag with the stars surrounding a grenade), a former American General who fled in 2003 in an attempt to escape war crimes charges, and started on a life of crime along with a large number of his subordinates. What his subordinates are doing here is anyones guess, but his intentions are clear, he was after the Jar. Major Destruction steps from his Jeep first, a huge and high tech cannon over his hugely muscled shoulders. He is in a modified business suit, the arms have been ripped off to show off his huge arms, both of which have the golden clover of his rank tattooed onto them. The entire suit has been dyed in desert camo colors. "Hold it all. We are here to requisition these funds in the name of General Mayhems TRUE American military. These funds will be used to maintain teh war on terror and fight against the growing tide of Liberal Nancywork that is becoming more and more common." "But think of the children!" Someone cries, causing him to grunt. "If the children want to become MEN they need only sign up for our Army. We will give them guns and training, and far better training than these pathetic schools you all wanna send em to." More Jeeps crash through other displays, one of them knocking the icecream out of missy jamersons hand and causing her to cry. Men pour from the Jeeps, guns in hand, several of them firing into the air lustfully. You feel the outrage at this terrible act flow over the crowd, their patriotism becoming threatened by these crude and horrable people. You feel yourself become solid for the first time in decades. It is time to show them the true way. The way of Uncle Sam! 
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05-28-2010, 06:09 AM
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Solid? He'd almost missed it when it happened. He even looks down for a moment to make sure it's not just some passing sensation like a phantom pain. Solid? Was he solid again?
__________________Yeah, maybe today was something special today- people coming together and standing for a principle more then anything. He didn't know how long it would last- but by everything good and right in the world that was going to be enough dammit! It was like he was always part of the crowd, always floating among them- laughing with them and crying with them. But that's impossible. You'd think someone 6'5" even without his top hat, muscled just a bit on the thin side of a professional athlete, and wearing a red-white-and-blue business suit that would have otherwise been at home in the early 1800's would have been noticed. Uncle Sam steps forward from the crowd, in front of them- making sure these "patriots", and he used the term loosely, had a full eye on him and not the people behind him. He didn't know how long he had solid, he damn well was going to make it count. "Major, and I use the term only in respect to the man you must of been at one point, I got a question to ask you. WHAT THE SAM HILL DO YOU THINK YOU ARE DOING?" Uncle Sam starts, starting the philosopher and making it quite clear that he's more then willing to give an old fashioned brawl if he has to. "I mean, if you had said those words as part of a speech on the radio- I'd respect it. That would have been your right. Whether or not I would have agreed would be a different question, but I'd respect it- and I'd fight to the death so you could say it. But you came here to point guns at unarmed civilians, including young 'ens. To steal money from charity, including a charity for Orphans. You're about as Genuine American as a Three Dollar Bill, now are you going to pack up your boys and leave peacefully- or are we going to have to kick up a row."
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05-28-2010, 08:39 PM
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The Major simply blinks, his men starting to chuckle behind him. "What have we here?" Drawls the Major, "Some sideshow clown seeking to be the big man..? News flash, stranger. Uncle Sam died long ago..." He points his gun at you, "Say hello when you meet him..."
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05-28-2010, 10:28 PM
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Uncle Sam looks down the barrel of the gun, not visibly flinching even a little bit. Oh he's never been comfortable looking down a gun- but he's looked down enough that he can fake it. As they say, courage isn't not being afraid- it's being afraid and doing it anyway.
__________________Staring down the barrel with determination on his face, bunches up his sleeves as he tries out one of his old tricks- quickly increasing in size to make him the bigger target. Quickly he reaches about 10 feet tall but doesn't go any higher. Dang, he could pull 50 feet easy back in the big one. "A gun is meant to be just a tool to protect yourself with- If you're the kind of men who think with their guns instead, then I'm glad you got kicked out of the armed forces. Every single one of you." Sam replies to bring as much attention to himself as he can. Dice Initiative:
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05-28-2010, 10:57 PM
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"ALL OF YOU GET DOWN!" takes a moment to call back to the crowd. Good ol' Sam- idealistic to the point where he could get hurt. But that's what dreamers do really, especially when they're dreams themselves.
__________________He then tosses his hat back toward the jeep. It's a smarter plan then it sounds- he knows from experience that the eye is drawn to moving things in bright colors and it's harder to be brighter then red, white, and blue. Anything to draw bullets away from the crowd. Anything. Dice Hat At Jeep:
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05-28-2010, 11:44 PM
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Obviously its been a lot longer than you thought, the hat flies toward the jeep but lands on the ground before it. A few people turn their guns toward it obviously expecting some kind of trick, the others though simply open up on you, their bullets flying in your direction.
__________________"We have us a mutie! Come on boys, suppression fire! Lets get the Meta-killers out!" 1/5th of the guys fall back as the others continue to fire. They start to pull larger weapons from the back of their Jeeps, high-tech gear that you think might even manage to hurt you... The Major meanwhile steps between the unloading and you, his huge cannon of a gun sighted on you. No spraying for him, you take it that each shot counts for this one. BOOM and a moment later you feel a huge shell strike you mid chest.
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05-28-2010, 11:54 PM
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05-29-2010, 12:04 AM
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Uncle Sam smiles a bit as the shell hits, and hits hard- but not enough to really stop him.
__________________"Young 'en," Uncle Sam starts, taking off his jacket. "All that bought you is a boot up your posterior in your near future." Hmm. . .what's in those jeeps may be a problem- better start taking them out. Uncle Sam makes a grab for the Major and plans to use him like a club against his own Jeep.
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05-29-2010, 01:31 AM
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05-29-2010, 01:38 AM
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A second shot blasts over the crowd, along with an almost blinding amount of standard fire. The shell doesnt appear very accurate, curving its way toward you almost slowly, but you try to dodge to the side a bit at the last instant only to dodge into its way.
__________________The others begin assembling the guns from the cases, and you think you have just seconds before the huge weapons are functional and ready to fire... However now you are next to the big guy, though not so big compared to you at the moment. He glares at you, seeming unafraid, and hefts his gun as if he intends to use it as a mock quarterstaff.
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05-29-2010, 01:53 AM
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05-29-2010, 01:54 AM
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