Who's starting this? I supposse I could. We have all agreed on the title right? Also I'll make a signup sheet if you all agree. About ten good guys, ten bad, right? Random order, no top 10's for this one, agreed?
Is that fine? Also I'll be in DC for a few days, I'll write the first update in the car if I can... Also I'll start the outsiders update(s)
Yea. No stupid ass powers. Mine is being able to copy and store power for further use. But not like I can be destroyed or I'm zach but just immortal and crap
My powers are being able to control the elements of fire, water, air and earth but they all have limitations
The powers are fine. I need your approval on the beginning. It makes sense to me, and will to Fletch, but I'm not sure about the rest of the people. I have about six alternate beginnings in mind, only one has been written. I'll post it here, k?
The Great War, December 25, 1916 The men went over No-mans land. Muller ran along with them. He was one of the First Company. He was among the very first people sent to war. From everyone in the First, it was only him and twenty other people. The company originally had 300. Twenty men of course don't charge over no-man's land on their own. They were joined with other, younger, less experienced companies. As Muller charged, he barely dodged the bomb that came so very close. He looked ahead, and shot. At that very moment, a man appeared. Out of nowhere. The bullet stroke him straight to the heart. Muller kept on running. He was seeing things. Meanwhile, the man that was shot was breathing heavily. "Dammit, I need to work on my landing skills and my luck needs a boost. At least it was only one heart. I should recover." He stood up slowly and looked around. "Huh. 1917. Nice year. World War 1. Been a while since I came here last. Two years? I believe I got stuck here for a year. Had no control over jumping yet. Well, let's look around, shall we?" and, saying that, he walked off cheerily. Muller was in the enemy's trench now, along with the other soldiers. They had won over the French trench. They stocked up on food, and dug in right away. The German army had been underfed lately. Muller was constantly starving lately. He took a swig of his canteen. "Why hello there." Muller did a spit take. It was the man he just shot. "Hey, did you have to spit that in my face? I don't think so. Be nice." "Wh-Who the hell are you?" stuttered Muller. "Oh, me? I'm the Doctor. Nice to meet you." said the man. "The Doctor? Don't you have an actual name?" "Nope. Just the Doctor. Although I've been called other things. Although "Get out" isn't really a name, is it?" said the Doctor. "Are you insane?" "Nope. At least... I don't think I am. Although I may be soon." "What are you talking about?" "Nothing. Never you mind. Have you heard of a "Wolf Sec"? Cos if they exist in this time as well, I'm in big trouble." "Excuse me, what?" "Oh I'm sorry. Am I being confusing again? Sorry. There are these people that are chasing after me. And I can't get caught by them. Or they'll execute me." "Are you a criminal?" "No. They're the criminals trying to make themselves the only sorcerers in the world. They have a special unit called the Hunters after me. I'm extremely dangerous, since I travel through time and space." "Time travel? Sorcery? What the hell are you on about?" "You did just see me appear out of nowhere as you shot me. In one of my hearts. That hurt you know." "Did you just say you have two hearts?" "If I didn't, I'd be dead now, wouldn't I?" "Point. But how can you have two hearts? Are you even human?" "Actually no. I'm related to another Doctor, but he doesn't travel withi me a lot. Besides I'm a special case. My dad says that he came from the planet Gallifrey." "You're joking, right? This is all a joke. I'm sure." "Nope. No joke. This is absolutely 100% real. Or serious. You know what I mean." "Well as far as I know, there are no sorcerers here. Aside from you. This is war you know." "Yes, I know. But war implies ignorance. It means you look past obvious signals. There is something here. Every time period, every single year probably, has one of these men. And war... War is the perfect cover. I'm going to sleep. If you hear a sound that shouldn't be here, tell me." "A sound that shouldn't be here? What the hell does that even mean?" But the Doctor was already asleep...