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Introduction

Give a two or three word description of yourself. (Describe your character's concept.)

Enlightened graduate of the school of hard knocks.

Do you have any nicknames, street names, titles, or nom de plume?

The Monster, Stonewall, Gulag

What is your full birth name?

Samael Nivtorvich

Where do you live?

The Fens in Freedom City

Why do you live there?

I can afford it, and it needs saving.

What do you perceive as your greatest strength?

My determination.

What do you perceive as your greatest weakness?

My stubbornness.

Physical Traits

How old are you? (Chronological age as well as age category.)

Thirty seven.

What is your sex?

Male

What is your race?

Russian

How tall are you?

About 5’8â€Â… or 9’2â€Â

How much do you weigh?

Right about 160… or half a ton.

What is your general body type, frame, bone structure, and poise?

Stocky, strong jaw line, and built solid. People say I’m like a wall.

What is your skin colour?

Moderate tan.

What is your hair colour?

Brown

What is your hair style?

Cut short.

Do you have any facial hair?

A little scruff.

What is your eye colour?

Brown.

How attractive are you?

I get my share of the ladies.

What is your most distinguishing feature?

Accent around here.

Do you have any scars, tattoos, or birthmarks?

Few scars on my arm from work.

What is your handedness (left/right/ambidextrous)?

Right

Do you resemble some currently known person?

Ron Perlman.

What kind of clothing do you wear?

Whatever’s cleanest. Jeans and T-shirt.

Do you wear makeup?

Why would I do that?

What sort of vocal tone do you have?

Gravely.

History

Where is your homeland?

Russia

Are you aware of its history?

Intimately.

Are you patriotic or a social outcast?

I’m Russian, leave it at that.

What is your opinion of home?

A sad state.

Where is your home town?

Near Siberia.

Are your real reasons for becoming an adventurer different from what you tell others?

No.

How far would you go to keep such secrets from being revealed? What would you do if the truth became known?

Keep moving. I’m still me.

What do you fear would occur if the truth became known?

That I wouldn’t be able to keep moving.

Do you have any particularly high or low ability scores?

I’ve always been strong and tough, just more now.

How have these scores affected your life so far?

I did what I had to survive.

What about your race, growing up were you in the majority or a minority?

Majority.

Did this impact your outlook in any way?

More than you know.

How do you feel about other races?

We’re supposed to be friends now.

Were there any traumatic experiences in your early years (death of a family member, abandonment, orphaned at an early age)?

I’m Russian.

Briefly describe a defining moment in your childhood and how it influenced your life.

I got mouthy once, and I was taught respect. It worked too.

What stupid things did you do when you were younger?

Opened my mouth.

Which toys from your childhood have you kept?

Didn’t have toys.

Why? What do they mean to you? If you didn't keep any, why not? What did you do to them all?

Anything I played with was found on the ground.

Do you have any deep, dark secrets in the past that may come back to haunt you?

I’ve done things I’m not proud of, leave it at that.

Are you who you claim to be?

Yes.

Do you have any sort of criminal record?

No convictions.

How do you view the heroes/legends of your country?

Misguided.

Family

Who were your parents?

I don't really know that much about them, all I know is that the State considered them a threat.

Were you raised by them? If not, then why didn't they and who did raise you?

My parents were... relocated. So I was instead raised in various insitutions set up by the State. Mostly just doing work, I was never all that smart.

What was their standing in the community?

I already answered that.

Did your family stay in one area or move around a lot?

Stayed where we were told.

How did you get along with their parents?

I wouldn't know.

How would your parents describe you? Answer this in the voice of your mother, then in your father's.

I wish I knew.

Do you have any siblings? If so how many and what were their names? How did you get along with each of your siblings?

No.

What was your birth position in the family?

First and only child.

List all current knowledge of family locations, spouses, children, birth dates, schooling, and any important incidents that only you and they might remember.

Stalin had this way of making people disappear, along with any records of their existence.

Do you stay in touch with them or have you become estranged?

I don't even know if any of them are alive. I don't much care at this point.

Do you love or hate one member of the family in particular?

Nope.

Is any member of the family special to you in any way (perhaps, as a confidant, mentor, or arch-rival)?

I had good instructor once. Colonel Ivan. I wonder whatever happened to him.

Are there any black (or white) sheep in the family (including you)?

My parents were apparently black sheep.

If so, who are they and how did they "gain" the position?

Speaking their mind.

Do you have a notorious or celebrated ancestor?

Nope.

Do you ever want to have a family of your own someday?

Yes I would, but I'm getting old.

Would anything change your mind on this issue and if so, what?

If it got too dangerous. I would have to set things right, and there wouldn't be time for a family.

What type of person would be your ideal mate?

A gentle soul.

Relationships

Do you have any close friends? If so, who and what are they like?

Mostly, only my cat. He keeps me grounded.

What is the history of their relationship(s) with you?

I found him wandering the streets one day, and I took him in,

Do you currently have a best friend whom you would protect with your reputation or your life?

Just the cat.

If so, who are they and what caused you to feel so close to them? What would have to happen for you to end this relationship?

Only one I have. Nothing.

Do you have any bitter enemies?

Yes.

If so, who are they, what are they like, and what is the history of their feud with you? Have you defeated them before?

Most of these gangs. I stop them from wasting their lives and they hate me for it.

How might these enemies seek to discomfit you in the future?

Finishing the job they started on that faithful night.

Which person(s) or group(s) are you most loyal to?

People just trying to get through the day and doing a little good while they’re at it.

Who is your most trusted ally?

Sprinkles.

Who do you trust, in general?

Good honest working people

Who do you despise and why?

The cheating criminals.

Name seven things you hate in others.

Deception, short sightedness, laziness, hopelessness, irresponsibility, loud mouths, no respect for the law

Is your image consistent?

Yes.

Do you deliberately present yourself differently in different situations, and how?

Some times I tell people they’re screwing up their lives. Other times I knock some sense into them.

What would you die for?

So some little kid doesn’t have to.

What is the worst thing someone has done to you?

Force me to work in Siberia for 15 months.

What is your general reaction to an attractive member of the opposite sex who lets you know they are available?

Get to know them better.

How do you get along with others of the same adventuring class?

I wouldn’t know. Haven’t met any of them yet.

Have you lost any loves?

No.

How did you handle the situation (short & long term)?

…

Who would miss you should you go missing?

Sprinkles and some of my customers.

How close are you to your adventuring companions?

I love my cat.

What do they not know about you?

It’s a cat.

Are you a member of any house, guild, organization, or church? What is your level of involvement?

Nope.

Personality & Beliefs

Do you, or did you, have any role models?

No.

Do you have any heroes or idols, either contemporary or from legend?

Centurion, but that goes for most everyone.

Did you ever become disillusioned with former heroes or idols? If so, why and what were the circumstances?

Briefly when Alpha Centurion showed up.

When did you decide to become an adventurer?

When I saw there was work to be done.

Why have you chosen to risk your life as a career?

It’s the right thing to do.

What do you expect to get out of being an adventurer? What, if anything, would make you stop adventuring?

I expect to make a difference in this world, and I can rest when I’m dead.

Do you have any dreams or ambitions? If not, why?

I want to make the Fens a great place to live again.

What are your short term goals (what would you like to be doing within a year)?

Be friends with some of big leaguers.

What are your long term goals (what would you like to be doing twenty years from now)?

Walk down the street at 2am without having to look over my shoulder.

If these goals seem at odds with each other, or with your dreams, how do you reconcile the differences?

The latter has priority.

Do you have any great rational or irrational fears or phobias? If so, what are the origins of, or reasons behind them?

No.

How do you react when this fear manifests itself?

…

What are your attitudes regarding material wealth?

People are too obsessed with it.

Are you miserly with your share of the wealth, or do you spend it freely?

Save what I can.

Do you see wealth as a mark of success, or just as a means to an end?

Depends.

How do you generally treat others?

How their actions demand.

Do you trust easily (perhaps too easily) or not?

People are decent if you give them a shot.

Are you introverted (shy and withdrawn) or extroverted (outgoing)?

Introverted.

Are you a humble soul or blusteringly proud?

Humble.

What habits do you find most annoying in friends?

Dishonesty.

What are your most annoying habits?

I crack my knuckles a lot.

Is there any race, creed, alignment, religion, class, profession, political viewpoint, or the like against which you are strongly prejudiced, and why?

Criminals. They try to cheat the system to get ahead when they don’t realize how far they are.

What is your favourite food?

Philli cheese steak.

What is your favourite drink?

Vodka.

What is your favourite treat (desert)?

Ice cream.

Do you favour a particular cuisine?

Sandwhiches

Do you savor the tastes when eating or "wolf down" your food?

Savor.

Do you like food mild or heavily spiced?

Spiced.

Are there any specific foodstuffs that you find disgusting or refuse to eat?

Most of what I had when I grew up.

What are your favourite colour(s)?

Brown.

Is there any colour that you dislike?

No.

Do you have a favourite (or hated) song, type of music, or instrument?

Rammstein is damn good.

If you have a favourite scent, what is it?

Anything cooking, means there’s a fire.

What is your favourite type of animal?

Cat.

Are you allergic to any kinds of animals?

No.

Is there anything that enrages you?

Criminals

Is there anything which embarrasses you?

Not knowing the word in English.

Do you enjoy "roughing it", or do you prefer your creature comforts?

Creature comforts, I’ve roughed it enough.

Do you have a patron deity?

Nope.

Are you devout or impious?

Impious.

Do you actively worship and proselytize or do you simply pay lip service?

Not even lip service.

What lengths would you go to defend your faith?

Not far at all.

Was your faith influenced or molded by anyone special?

Nope.

Do you belong to a dominant church, or an independent church, cult, or sect (and is the group accepted, frowned upon, or considered heretics)?

No.

Will you kill?

No.

When did you decide (or learn) that you would?

When nearly everyone I grew up with “disappearedâ€Â.

When do you consider it okay to kill (under what circumstances)?

Self Defense.

When do you consider it wrong to kill (under what circumstances)?

Any other circumstance.

What would you do if someone else attempted to (or successfully did) kill under your "wrong" circumstances, what would be your reaction?

Make them regret being born.

What if it were your enemy?

See above.

What if it were your friend?

Almost make them regret being born.

What if the opponent were not in control of their own actions (under duress, charmed, dominated, possessed)?

Make sure their name was cleared.

What would you do if something were stolen from you?

Get it back.

What would you do if you were badly insulted publicly?

Fight fire with fire.

What would you do if a good friend or relative were killed by means other than natural death?

Bring the wrong doer to justice.

What is the one task you would absolutely refuse to do?

Give up.

What do you consider to be the worst crime someone could commit and why?

Getting rich while forcing others to lose their life savings.

How do you feel about government (rulers) in general? Why do you feel that way?

They can go great good or great evil, I have seen both.

Do you support the current government of your homeland?

I have little faith in it.

If so, how far are you willing to go to defend the government? If not, do you actively oppose it?

Not to far.

What form of government do you believe is the best (democracy, monarchy, anarchy, aristocratic rule, oligarchy, matriarchy) and why?

Democracy lets people have a say.

Do you have any unusual habits or dominant personality traits that are evident to others?

I’m blunt and stubborn.

If so, describe them and how you acquired them, as well as when they might be more noticeable and what causes them.

I’ve lead a hard life.

Do you have any unusual or nervous mannerisms, such as when talking, thinking, afraid, under stress, or when embarrassed?

Crack my knuckles when I’m angry or thinking.

What is your most treasured possession?

Sprinkles.

If your life were to end in 24 hours, what 5 things would you do in those remaining hours?

1) Clean out the streets.

2) Play with Sprinkles.

3) Drink a bottle of the top shelf stuff.

4) Make sure Sprinkles gets a good place to live.

5) Play with Sprinkles again.

Career & Training

Where and how were you educated?

One beating at a time.

Who trained you in your adventuring class(es)?

The government.

What was your relationship with your teacher(s)/mentor(s)?

Leader and follower.

Is this person or institution still in existence?

Not in the same force.

Were you a prize student or did you just barely pass?

Kept my head down.

Look at your skills. How did you acquire them (especially the unusual ones)?

Lots of hard work and determination.

Have you ever done anything else for a living?

I’ve done a bit of everything.

How do you function in combat (maneuvers, weaknesses)?

Exploit my strength.

Have you ever received any awards or honours?

No.

Is there anything that you don't currently know how to do that you wish you could?

Juggle.

Are you envious of others who can do such things in a good-natured way or are you sullen and morose about it?

Good natured.

Lifestyle & Hobbies

When not adventuring, what is your normal daily routine?

Making sandwiches from 5 till 9. That’s the right order.

How do you feel and react when this routine is interrupted for some reason?

Go with it.

What are your hobbies when you are not adventuring or training?

Sprinkles, and drinking.

What do you do for relaxation? What things do you do for enjoyment? What interests do you have?

Sprinkles and Mythbusters.

How do you normally dress when not in your adventuring gear?

The same minus the apron, gloves and hair net.

What do you normally wear in bed at home?

Underwear.

What do you normally wear in bed while adventuring?

The same.

Do you wear any identifiable jewelry?

No.

Where do you normally put your weapons, magic items, or other valuables when you are sleeping?

Don’t have any.

What morning or evening routines do you normally have?

Get out of bed, shower, brush teeth, get dressed, eat breakfast, mess with Sprinkles, head off to work.

Do these change when you are adventuring?

Mess with Sprinkles a little longer.

Travel: how do you get around locally?

Car or jumping

Do you have a Last Will and Testament?

No.

What does it say?

…

Miscellaneous

What would you like to be remembered for after your death?

Never giving up.

What kind of threat do you present to the public?

None. I’m a good guy.

If your features were to be destroyed beyond recognition, is there any other way of identifying your body?

No.

As a player, if you could, what advice would you give your character? Speak as if he/she were sitting right here in front of you. Use proper tone so they might heed your advice...

Get out there and be active man. Don’t rely too heavily on your muscles, use your brain some more.

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People seemed to like the Tropes page for Malice, so he's Atlas' version.

Team Fortress 2 He's a big, strong Russian guy who owns a deli and therefore has access to copious amounts of of sandwiches. Where ever did I get the idea?

Mother Russia Makes You Strong

Husky Russkie

Mighty Glacier Soon to be averted.

Dumb Muscle Not dumb per se, but most of the time he won't be leading intellectual debates.

The Big Guy Unless I'm mistaken, the only active character with growth.

Boisterous Bruiser "What's that sandwich? Kill them All!? Good idea!"

Hulk Speak It's only an act he does in front of criminals.

Gentle Giant Nine times out of 10, he's a real decent down to earth guy, the other times.. Beware The Nice Ones

Played For Laughs

One Man Army

Person Of Mass Destruction He's the 3rd Strongest in FC Continuity. Omega is #1, Centurion is #2.

Good Old Fisticuffs

Determinator

Super Strength

Nigh Invulnerability

When All You Have Is A Hammer

The Juggernaut

Made Of Iron

Magic Pants Standard Issue.

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Things had been getting weird since that night, well besides the whole ability to turn into a giant monster thing. He was actually getting worse at his ability to use it. It would never last as long the second time he transformed as he did the first. He thought the powers were simply leaving him. "Easy come, easy go." thought Samael. That was before he started noticing the changes within himself. When he started going to the gym again, he noticed that he had gotten a lot stronger since last time. Also, he could run on the threadmill far longer than he had previously. The monster was getting weaker, but he was getting stronger.

Was he turning into the monster? Samael didn't really see any other explanation. But it excited him more than it scared him. To him, the monster wasn't something to be feared as much as it was something to be embraced. Whatever it was, it had given him the power to do real good out in the world. He didn't lose himself to rage and madness when he transformed. He was calm, cool and collected. Okay, maybe he went a little nuts on a power trip, but really he was in control of his actions. He didn't cross any lines and he never hurt anyone too bad. Samael liked the experience to going on a roller coaster blind folded; he had no idea where the ride would take him, but he was pretty sure he would enjoy the ride.

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People always seem to find themselves falling into routines. They find a set order of tasks that meet their needs and simply repeat that process over and opver again. In that way, you get to know other people when their routines intersect with your own.

I for example meet lots and lots of people due to my job. I meet most of them during the morning rush. A lot of them are dock workers and construction guys who are picking up subs for their entire crew for the day. Which is a double edged sword for me. I get lots of money out of the deal, but that’s a hell of a lot of sandwiches to make first thing in the morning. But because I fill these orders so often, I’ve unconsciously memorized them, even though I routinely get 7 orders that come out to a total of 172 sandwiches.

But this whole hero business messes with all that. I don’t have it quite as bad as the others do though. I’m effectively super like maybe 10% of the time. Where as other people are just super 24/7, which really just adds a whole 'nother set of issues. I mostly stick to patrolling after hours. Ordinarily I couldn’t do that but since I got my powers I feel like I’ve just got energy to burn. Anyways the point is, if you’re going to be a hero, you have to learn to just roll with the punches sometimes and just take the crap that comes at you on a given day.

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I’ve been trying to find a place where I can practice using my new abilities but as of thus far, I can’t find a good place. You see I know that I’m very strong, stronger than I thought was possible, even for metas, but I can’t find my upper limit without doing some major damage.

I started out moving the refrigerator down in the deli, but that proved too easy. Next I tried moving my car, again, it was real easy. Pick up trucks were also easy. But after that point I started having to do some more dangerous stuff. I tried hefting a cement truck… I did it with one hand. I went down to the docks and tried moving some stacks of the storage containers, still too easy.

Then I got really daring. I picked up the crane that was moving things about. That was a bit difficult, but again, I could do it without a great exertion of effort. But now I have no idea what to do next. Anything I can think of that’s heavier than that crane is like a land mark. Jumbo jets, cargo ships, heck buildings. I don’t know how strong I am, and I can’t exactly just ask people if I can toss around their million dollar piece of machinery just for ha’s.

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Sprinkles is my very best friend in the world. He happens to be about 10 inches tall, is furry, has 4 legs and a tail. In other words, he’s my cat. He’s a Siameese cat with piercingly blue eyes. He’s pretty quiet most of the time. I only notice he’s around when I feel something brushing up against my leg. I only get him to meow once a day, and that’s when he realizes that I’m awake and that I am now in a food-giving position. If I ever ignore him, I’ll get a little nip on my nose for my insolence.

His favorite toy is actually the drawstring on my old pair of pajama pants. But he doesn’t play with it the way you think he would. Ordinarily you would dangle a string over a cat and they would bat it around. But if you do that with Sprinkles, he’ll just stare at you with his head cocked to the side, like he’s looking at a crazy person. What he likes is if you ball up the string and toss it across the room in a big arc. He’ll chase after it and pounce the ball while it’s still in mid air. He’ll wrestle with it for a bit, and get all tangled up before he brings the string back to you for another round. I anxiously await for the day a parade goes passing by our house and confetti is raining down outside the window.

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Adjusting to a new body was quite possibly the weirdest thing Samael ever had to do. Normally people just grew into it gradually, but in Samael’s case he got 4 feet taller, and 800 pounds heavier just overnight. It was like going through puberty all over again, only now he was quite a bit more destructive than he was back then. Getting through the front door was an adventure in and of itself. Sprinkles for one also let him know what he wasn’t too keen on the fact that his master seemed hesitant to fuss with him the way he used to. He got over it however when Samael tried giving Sprinkles a few treats, but wound up tearing the bag in half and spilling the contents all over the floor.

The next day was even worse when Atlas woke up the next day and realized he had no way of actually preparing all the sandwiches and other breakfast meals that he ordinarily did at his deli. He could just barely fit behind the counter let alone use any of the knives without potentially breaking them. He had to close the deli down for the day, and probably indefinitely. There were a lot of complaints – up until the customers realized the owner was a BIG RED MAN!

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Atlas's new powers had opened up a whole new avenue for him to explore. He could blend into any crowd now, and after a bit of experimenting, he had discovered that he maintained some super-strength no matter how well transformed. He was never nearly as strong as he was as Atlas, but he rarely needed that level of strength, even when actively heroing.

But now he had a new way to on patrol. Take on the form of joe someguy and then walk down all the bad neighborhoods. Soon enough someone will think that you're easy pickins and try to accost you. That's when you put them through a wall. And you know you're in the bad part of town when no one comes to investigate the screaming that's happening right outside their window. I know my job is done when anyone can walk down any side alley in the city without fear of being attacked.

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Things are starting to get a little weird. I feel like I'm being followed or watched or something. I can't really describe it, it's like seeing something just beyond the range of your vision. For like the first week, I just shrugged it off, ignoring what was going on and chalked it up to a lack of sleep. But then it kept happening.

It wouldn't stop. I really think something's wrong with me. I could just brush it off saying "I'm just being paranoid" but what if I really was paranoid? Am I going to have to spend the rest of my days constantly looking over my shoulder and yet see nothing there? I should probably talk to someone about all this, but do I really know anyone all that well?

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I can't sleep worth a damn anymore. Its worse than feeling like I'm being watched. I keep hearing whispers and white noise no matter where I go. I can't shut it out anymore. The only sleep I'm getting is when I just drop from exhaustion and I usually just wake up a few hours later. I haven't gone on patrol too much recently because of it.

I mean honestly, I'm a danger to everyone if I'm not care as it is, the last thing Freedom needs is me stumbling around when I'm just out of it. Especially when my excuse is "Sorry everyone, I just haven't been sleeping all that much because of all the voices in my head." For some reason I don't see that going over so well with FCPD or AEGIS let along the other heroes.

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"SHUT UP! JUST SHUT THE HELL UP!" roared Atlas defiantly at the darkness. "Day in and day out I hear your whispers! Every time I dare to open my eyes I see just the tiniest glimpse of you! I know you're there, so come out and face me! Stop hiding COWARDS!"

"As you wish." spoke the Darkness.

Atlas's mind was crushed almost instantly by the wave of the mental onslaught. He was dragged down into their deepest depths, for once in his life, utterly powerless. One could not stand against many. "Welcome to the Unity." said Atlas aloud to the dark surroundings of his bed room, his cat darting from the room. "Welcome home."

For the first time in nearly a week Atlas slept. He really did need it, after all, tomorrow was going to be a big day.

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All across the city, battles had broken out and chaos roamed the streets. But due to the quick intervention of the local heroes, the rampaging monsters were quickly dealt with. While the damage was extensive, it could have been a whole lot worse. News reporters were just making it on scene to report what had transpired today, and to inform the public of who was behind it all. While the heroes were working on restoring order and the status quo, a new danger was emerging.

Before they could more than a few words in, the reporters were cut off as their signals were hijiacked. All across Freedom City, a familiar face and voice came on over the televsion and radios, Captain Thunder. The camera focused on his face, taking up most of the screen, a bit off smoke visible over his shoulders. "Citizens of Freedom City, may I have your attention?" began Captain Thunder in a voice that carried to the ears of the citizens all across Freedom. "I have been asked to speak to the public about the events that have transpired this morning in an attempt to alleviate your fears. The rumors you have heard are indeed true, the city was attacked by rampaging Kaiju early on this morning.

"But due to the quick response by our cities fair heroes, the threat was dealt with handily and there was minimal damage done. Now, with such an attack, the question that springs to everyone's mind is who was behind these devastating attacks. I standing before you knowing the answer."

"I did it."

The only sound that could be heard throughout Freedom was Thunder's uncharacteristically harsh and cold laughter. "What?! You're surprised by this? Like I could really stand to watch you idiots put the world in peril over and over again, never getting a moment's rest. So I decided that the city would do better under my ruler ship. There were disagreements of course..."

Thunder stepped to the side of camera to reveal the smoking building behind him: Freedom Hall. The national land mark appeared as if it had a bomb go off inside of it, but even the fire and smoke couldn't obscure the tremendous damage done to it. The Freedom League itself was scattered all across the front lawn, like discarded toys. Most interesting of all was the fact that Captain Thunder was also sprawled out on the lawn.

"Oh right, I completely forgot to mention..." said the fake Captain Thunder stepping back into the frame. "I'm not really Captain Thunder. But that isn't particularly good news as far as you as concerned..." The Captain got red in the face, almost as if he was about to bellow, but then his face contorted, revealing his true face. The face of Atlas.

"Ta dah!" cackled Atlas. "Don't think this changes anything though. My pets were just the opening act. I've go so much more in store for you today. For instance, I might have told some friends of my plans..." continued Atlas as the scene cut to a riot on Blackstone Island before returning to him. "... and I think they'd kill to be part of the winning team. How about you?"

"Oh and before I go, two quick pieces of advice. I'd avoid hospitals if I were you, the smell of blood attracts my pets, and yes, there are more of them. And secondly, if you're working on a computer, I suggest saving your work because you're about to lose power right about ... -"

As the city goes dark, the riots begin as there is chaos in the streets.

The heroes swoop into action, but is it too late...?

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Tropes! Take 2:

The Gruevasion & Atlas' trip to Russia offers examples of:

Darker And Edgier And it's only getting worse. Atlas strays into a darker mentality which is started by his continuing troubled past, and his continuing struggle to keep a perspective on the world given his great power.

It offers a Deconstruction on what happens to the hero after they deliver their World of Cardboard Speech and have to go back to the way things were.

It takes a cynical approach than is normal and takes itself quite seriously, as it starts to explore Atlas' origins .

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I've really started to come to terms with myself. And not just because I now recognize that I am a Grue on a molecular level. It's now that I realize, what I should have realized years ago. I realized that I'm a hero. Or at least, I should be. And that's what I've realized, I've always tried to avoid that duty. When I first got my powers, I was just content to beat up punks that happened upon my street. It took a chance encounter with a few heroes to get me out of that rut. But I never left it entirely. I worked with the Midnighters to be sure, but I was never much of a team player, and even if we did work as a team, we rarely did so in the daylight. Or really, anywhere that would get us noticed. I stepped a toe into the limelight when I boxed Fulcrum, but I hastily retreated back into my safe zone shortly there after. Then I was thrown into the limelight with the Grue Invasion, and my secret was out. And what did I do? I went to friggen Russia for a few months. I didn't even hang around to give a proper explanation. And you know what? The people of Freedom City deserve better. The people of the world deserve better. They deserve to look at me as a hero. I have that obligation to fill. I can't run away from my duty, even though it quite frankly scares the crap out of me. I have to be who I was meant to be. I have to go out there and be a face that comforts people, not just a fist that punches the bad guys.

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