Let's look back at some memorable moments and interesting insights from last year.

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• "Hi, I'm a scandium-aluminum corundum golem" by u/scandium-laser
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As such i have the ability to convert small amounts of electrical charge into intense pure optic light.

Pure optic light has no infrared or ultraviolet and so it doesn't have any affect other than illumination.

In terms of illumination however, my material is in a league of its own.

I can generate light so intense it can be seen through walls and if you happen to look at it..

No, your retina won't burn, but that light will become a strong electrical current in your optic nerve.

So strong in fact that even though the blinding effects wear off in a matter of seconds..

The short-circuiting of the visual cortex part of your brain from the high charge will do strange things.

You'll develop what's called dysmetropsia, also known as "Alice In Wonderland Syndrome".

Your ability to judge scale, distance and perspective will be messed up.

You can't aim straight even with just punches, nor move without crashing into things or falling over.

With a simple flash of light, you're stumbling around like a drunkard.

Let's look back at some memorable moments and interesting insights from last year.

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• "Ancient Knowledge 6: This will be finished, one day I swear" by u/anialater45
• "Jumping up from your chair when you make a crit in Minecraft increases the crit's damage" by u/Yoshimonred
• "You can drink lava, but only once" by u/Yoshimonred

Let's look back at some memorable moments and interesting insights from last year.

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• "Ancient Knowledge 5: The finish line is in sight." by u/anialater45
• "So... is this dead?" by u/yosoylarena
• "You can make someone a triangle" by u/Ocean-Trafficone

On we go, almost to the end.

Still going, treasure soooooon

Ongoing forever and always

Is it possible to make it so powerful, it can provide limited mobility, like Iceman? I'm asking because I want to make a team of mutants with one that has freeze breath

just wondering

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What would you do if you had super memory?

No man's land, 8:33 P.M., the sun has set and darkness has fallen over the blasted landscape, turning a warm day of approaching spring to a cold and desolate landscape. The occupant of the van doesn't feel the cold however. He hasn't felt anything in a very long time.

A well dressed man rides through the wasteland in the dark, only the headlights of the truck light his path toward a speck of light still in the distance, but slowly getting larger. He wears a suit and tie, as first impressions are always important, with black leather shoes and a briefcase at his side.

"I calculate a low percentage chance of this plan succeeding."

The man's assistant, what appeared to be a young woman in a much maneuverable equipment as to be able to jump into a fight at any moment, sat in the passenger seat. She kept herself stable in the car over the bumpy road by holding the grip on the ceiling of the truck. It was something she did to make herself more human, small movements or shifts or imperfections. He knew better however. He built her after all.

"There is a high chance we get shot before we even arrive. But no plan ever survives first contact. Enemy or otherwise. If we need to, we will adjust accordingly."

The woman modeled machine nodded. He knew she would think up a hundred thousand scenarios a second and make what changes needed to be made. It was what he kept her around for.

"We are nearly there. You know what to do." Again she nodded, and pulled a very complex looking rifle from her side, borrowed from one of his Beta units, which five were stored in the back along side crates of very similar weapons.

"This could go either very well or very poorly... After all, we aim to make a deal with royalty."

A cargo truck from Tower City was spotted heading out toward a very well known bandit camp, something that could not possibly be over looked by either party. It could be a threat to either side and must be investigated. The truck pulls up slowly, with what appears to be only two occupants exiting. A woman stands guard by the truck itself and a man in a well tailored suit approaches the center of the camp, though it looks as if he also wears a cybernetic exoskeleton over the clothing. Their purpose, so far, is unknown.

N and her current travelling companions were something of a sight- the normally quite enigmatic mercenary and scavenger seemed a lot less imposing when she was pushing a covered double stroller. Still, her sunglasses and annoyed-looking face dissuaded most people from questioning it, and luckily she was mostly going to parts of the city where she'd hardly be recognized. Still, the fact that she was accompanied by a large half-spider woman probably drew some attention. They were headed around the city, heading to different districts as if on some kind of tour.

Earlier that morning, N had told Tsskik very clearly- the kids would speak english, and she'd have to learn it to. She figured she would want to teach the spider woman about the city they lived in too finally, so they were all on a family outing. Despite only being a few days old the twins had grown, now the size of toddlers and already talking a little- their development was strange both for humans and for spiders.

Right, so roll a six sided dice per character and whichever one it lands on that character somehow acquires one of the stones listed below. Remember to be honest! I mean, I can't tell if you're lying, but that would take all the fun out of this...

1.Power Gem – Increased strength and durability, enhances virtually any known superhuman ability, energy manipulation. It also supplies the other gems with their power / energies.

2.Time Gem – Time travel; stop, slow down or speed up flow of time; accelerate or slow down aging; see into past/future.

3.Space Gem – Travel through space, mostly through teleportation. Able to interfere with the motion of other objects.

4.Soul Gem – Observe, attack or even steal a being's soul or spirit. Also used to revert individuals to their natural state.

5.Reality Gem – Alters all of reality; similar to the effects of a Cosmic Cube, but much, much higher.

6.Mind Gem – Near-limitless psionic/psychic abilities including empathy, telepathy and telekinesis.

Rumors have been spreading recently of an ancient library deep in the everwilde. Legends of ancient long-lost knowledge spreads throughout the city and surrounding area. What secrets could this ancient building hold? Tales of past ages? Knowledge from before the great calamities? Only those who investigate will know.

Schola Olympia; 8:55 a.m.

Angela moaned as she walked through the halls of her school as the five minute warning bell rang. The groaning noise quickly grew to a full teary eyed yawn she was too lazy to cover. She had been up late the night before working on make up work, which had become somewhat of a constant the last few weeks. She had been missing classes and not doing her homework. With her mom out doing angle things, her dad had come back home to be her guardian. She thought that with years of being out in the wilds, he would be the more lax of the parents when it came to rules and homework. But despite being a literal demon, her dad was way more strict than her mom. She forgot that even though her mom Gabriella was an archangel of heaven and her father Mason was a prince of hell, they were both renowned heroes of the city as well as her parents. When said devil found out her grades were slipping because she was running out to prove herself as a hero he was... less than pleased.

"First school, then I go to tutoring, then I go to training with him, and then he expects me to get my homework and makeup work done? I'm going to be dead by the end of the quarter, let alone the school year..."

Caught up in her self pity and sleep deprivation she didn't see where she was going until she ran into the person.

"Crap, sorry."

Rust Harbor; 9:33 A.M.

Jayesh took a look at his pocket watch. Running a thumb across to smear away some of the engine grease that made its way there from his last time working on the engine, he seemed to only make it worse. It didn't matter, he knew he was running late. He needed the replacement valve and there was no other store with it in stock.

"Excuse me, I really need- oh..."

The person in line in front of him waved him off to continue the conversation he was having with the cute girl behind the counter. Jayesh sighed. He knew what part he needed, what it's serial number was, and practically where it was stored in the back. The only problem was that the store had two customers and one person working the floor. He tried flagging down the person running garage to the boat shop but he couldn't grab anyone's attention. It seemed he would have to wait...

Zanti; 11:28 A.M.

Mason nearly snarled at the punks that surrounded him. He came out this way to grocery shop a bit for dinner, maybe grab stuff to make a few potions or elixirs, when a few startup warlocks found him. He was a big name in the arcane corners of Tower City and when it came to magic you had two kinds of people, old mages that were learned what lessons to take to survive in the magical world they lived in, or stupid youngsters that shit and end up dying because they have no idea what spell they're casting.

"I've got you trapped demon, now you have to work for me. You can start by thanking me for capturing you." The three dark robed warlocks smiled and laughed to themselves on a job well done.

These were very much the second type.

"Y'all three got no idea what you're doing." Their laughter stopped as he spoke, caught off guard that he would do anything but what he was told. He spit on the floor off to the side.

"First of all, that pendant is used for summoning nature spirits, not for controlling demons. Secondly..." He snatched it out of the younger magic users hands. "The kind you need is pure silver. This is plastic." And he crushed it in his hand.

"Now..." He said, eyes glowing like flames. "Give me a reason not to kick your ass!"

Shin Kyoto; 12:11 P.M.

Donn stood over what remained of the body. It was obviously a metahuman super at some point, but the hard part was figuring out what parts went where.

"It's a classic case of Superman Complex, Donn." said the officer next him. While Donn was a private investigator, he is often called to hard or especially messy cases. Cases like this one.

"He bit off more than he could chew, shows by the suit most of him is still wearing, while we don't have him in any of our records. Looks like whoever killed him did it in just one hit."

"This is a headache." Donn said. "But we'll find out who did this to you."

"You got that ri-- wait... to who?"

"Nevermind. I'll look around for clues. See what I can find."

The Greenbelt; 1:48 P.M.

Wraith blew a large cloud of ice onto the water of the irrigation system and smashed a fist into it. After a moment the ice chunks in the water were softball sized, and after that a fine dust. It was this snow that he gathered up into a pile and carried off to the large pile of similar substance. The whole pile took the better part of half an hour to make, but wraith knew it would be worth it.

"The job is done Ms.Worters" He called out to the bard he was outside of. "The children can come out now."

After a moment, a collection of young boys and girls stampeded out, wowing in amazement before diving into the stuff and playing with it. Following behind them was a old woman who beamed with a smile.

"Thank you Wraith, this will mean the world to them. It seems that fall isn't coming as fast as it used too, and the kids haven't seen snow in far too long."

"I hope that they are enjoying it. We have plenty of time to spare these days." The old woman frowns at that.

"I heard about what happened in the city. Those people were just being mean and trying to trick you to do what they wanted. People don't like you right now, but they'll grow past it."

"Humans still confuse me..." He said. "You all can be so kind, or ruthless. I have yet to see two act the same way."

"That's what makes us human, silly. We're predictably unpredictable."

"Many think I am a villain after the fight in the city, they think that those lower ranked people were trying to stop me... I fear that heroes may come after me in this misunderstanding..."

"If it happens you just need to explain it all. I'm sure they'll understand."

Skytop; 4:46 P.M.

Deacon wasn't sure what to do with the rest of the day. Ever since he became stinking rich, he seemed to have lots of time on his hands. He got lucky after being the only one of several heroes and mercenaries to get a sample of an alien material, and auctioned it off for a VERY large sum of money. Ever since, he didn't see the need for robbing banks or safes of rich fucks and just got kind of lazy. With his main hobby being done with, he took the time to glide over parts of the city. He used to walk around without equipment, but found that his little stunt of basically extorting the city for it's only piece of the only way to stop those aliens made him the most hated man in said city. Not that he cared, rich people had to step on those beneath them to make money. It was life.

"Maybe I should start investing. I seem to be a better businessman than I thought. I bet I could run for council too."

A halt in the time flow has occurred, all dimensions and events seem to fold in on each other. Through this gate way it seems something has clawed its way through into this unfortunate realm. Its angered unconstrained, an escape from the Oven like heat of the hells, Its vague-ly human form bulging out, a Warrior-man. With one massive shout, it appears.

"I am Asura, Devourer of Mortals, Slayer of the Divine"

More appear from the rift, heralding from multiple Dimensions.

"It seems its time to wake up from this dream."

"This world seems in need of a new Queen."

In a brilliant display from this breach, a beautiful monster arrives.

Well you've gone and done it this time. Look at it! No not over there... yes that! Do you realize how expensive it is to fix a time vortex!? The nerve of some people. Would you like to jump all over my couch and wipe your feet on my bedspread... no that is not a invitation!

Alright. I'll explain whats going on. Whatever you just did with that blender broke the time space continuum. Yeah, oops is right! Lucky for you, I am a supreme time fixer. Think of it like your worlds Doctor Who except not at all. We clear? No? Good!

I can fix this all, but it's not going to be the same. That's nearly impossible. It's like trying to make a billion piece puzzle back together but it's all one color and also the pieces are all just squares. Things may look like they should but that doesn't mean all the pieces are where they need to be. No one but the person that made the mess and the one that fixed it can tell there is anything wrong...

So yeah. You are going to end up in a random time in a random place as if you belong there, but whatever happened to get you to that point you will have no clue. Also, you may see people you recognize, but they may not do the same for you. Is this confusing you? I realize you're only a third dimensional being...

Anyway... Everyone will end up in a random time, but only you will have any memory outside of that... unless you don't want to in which case I'll try to wipe your mind clean and pump it full of the new timelines information.

You ready? Well ready or not here we GO!

N and her current travelling companions were something of a sight- the normally quite enigmatic mercenary and scavenger seemed a lot less imposing when she was pushing a covered double stroller. Still, her sunglasses and annoyed-looking face dissuaded most people from questioning it, and luckily she was mostly going to parts of the city where she'd hardly be recognized. Still, the fact that she was accompanied by a large half-spider woman probably drew some attention. They were headed around the city, heading to different districts as if on some kind of tour.

Earlier that morning, N had told Tsskik very clearly- the kids would speak english, and she'd have to learn it to. She figured she would want to teach the spider woman about the city they lived in too finally, so they were all on a family outing. Despite only being a few days old the twins had grown, now the size of toddlers and already talking a little- their development was strange both for humans and for spiders.

"GAH!"

Angela hit the mat, having dodged the jab aimed at her face, but losing focus on Mason's legs and the sweep that came from the left. She rolled, not letting him follow it up by slamming an elbow on her prone form. She made distance between them, but her father closed it quickly. Long arms flurried around her with quick jabs and elbows to ware down her defenses. She dodged as many as she could and blocked what she could not, each time feeling like she was being hit by a truck but she adapted.

Eventually Mason stopped his onslaught, and she found an opening center mass. She threw herself into a kick to his stomach, which he caught. She yelped as he flung her down, slamming her into the mat. She groaned and tried to suck in air.

"Jesus... fuck..."

"Language An. Just cuz I talk like that doesn't mean you can start."

She started pushing herself up to her feet, only for a hand from her dad to pull her up to her feet.

"You've gotten sloppy while I was away." She grimaced at that. Of course he would notice.

"Yeah, well there's not a lot of people around that can spar like you and I can." She wiped a bead of sweat from her brow. A second later a towel was thrown in her face. She mock glared at her dad/trainer after taking it from her face and wiped herself down.

"That shouldn't be an excuse. There's shadow boxing, simulator gyms, shit like-- stuff-- like that. And that fancy school we pay for you to be in."

She had to roll her eyes at that. The day care her parents put her in while they were away on all their hero stuff.

"I'm not learning anything in that dumb school. Why can't you or mom take me with you? I could get some real experience outside this dumb city if you let me!"

"You aren't ready for that kind of stuff. Pace yourself while you can girly. Your mom can't take either of us to her stuff up in heaven, we're both full of demon blood. As for me, well I don't want you getting hurt. There are days I almost don't..." He looked her over, it was subtle, but he could tell that she was worried about him. "Eh, it's nothing that big of a deal. Most of it's walking to be honest."

"But I can still learn a lot from-- hey! Cut that out!" She swatted the hand away from her that was rubbing over the top of her buzz cut. Mason laughed, and pulled his shirt up the wipe away the sweat from his hand. This of course gave her full view of the nasty scar still healing in his side.

"When the hell did that happen to you!?"

Looking down, he covered it again with his shirt.

"Don't worry about it. Just some raider punks."

"Raiders!? Mom told you not to pick any fights! What the hell is wrong with you!?"

"First of all she said not to start any fights. I'm old enough to pick my fights if I want to. Second, drop it. It's my job to worry about me and you. Not the other way around."

"But-"

"I said drop it!"

His voice boomed over the mostly empty gym, catching her off guard. Her dad was usually laid back, if a bit of a hard ass at times. He didn't really yell at her unless she really screwed up. Compared to sneaking out of the house or the time she stole a car, this was nothing. He sighed, patting her on the shoulder.

"You got years ahead of you before you need to start worrying about me Angela. I'm fine... You did a good job today." There was a few moments of awkward silence between them.

"I'm... gonna go hit the showers." Mason said, not sure how to continue. "I'll be back in a few."

With that, Mason left the boxing ring and started toward the showers, and Angela stood alone, only moving a few moments later to pack her gym bag.

#Biographic Details

Name/Aliases: Angela Delvanis/Nephilim

Age: 17

Species/Race: Nephilim

Physical Description: Angela is a mo-hawk away from a punk rock girl. She dresses usually in fishnets and cut up jeans, and just about anything to push away "the authority" in her life (mainly her dad). Despite her appearance however, she is much less of a raging teenage punk than people would think. With her powers as a nephilim, she can call upon her holy infernal armor grow out her hair, and alter her appearance in minor ways.

Personality: She's a brash teenager with too much power to trusted with, has bouts of anger and threats, has a general hate for the authority in her life, but when it comes down to it she's a good kid. She will be the first to stand to the defense of the week, doesn't fall to peer pressure, and will try her damnedest to do good. As her dad calls it, "She's a young stubborn kid that will kick your ass if you look at her wrong, but underneath that hardass is a bleeding heart of gold that just wants to help the world. She struggles to much because she doesn't know how to do it yet."

Backstory: Mason Delvanis had been a hero for a long time before he met Gabriela. The two initially clashed hard, him being a demon and her an arcangel of heaven.This misunderstanding led to many fights and arguments, but when left to team up against the worst villains of the city there was no better team. As time went on, that clash led to rivalry, rivalry to friendship, and friendship blossomed into love. That love was solidified in what became their daughter, Angela Delvanis.

Angela had a lot to live up to, and has the potential to become an amazing hero if she can put forward the effort. However, her life hasn't always been easy. Her parents both have important missions. Her father is a monster hunter and goes outside the city for long stretches of time to keep those in the wastes as safe as such places can be. Her mother is equal parts a hero for humanity and an arcangel of the high heavens. She regularly must go between the two. They try to keep one with her as frequent as possible, but sometimes dates change, emergencies arise or events are forgotten.

This led to her parents enrolling her in a hero program at Schola Olympia. A way for her to be busy herself so that times separated from them do not feel as lonely. She knows her parents love her, and would do anything in there power for her, but can't help but feel left out. Now she tries to forge her own path, and live up to her own name instead of theirs.

In-Character Reputation: Angela is one of the top students at her hero academy. This has gained her notice, but not nearly as much as being the daughter of two famous heroes.

Tier: Tier 2 (potential for tier 3)

#Powers, Abilities, and Equipment

Mason tossed his last cigar out on to the street as he walked along the sidewalk, smoked down to the trunk and still smoldering. The part of town was one that he hated. Not due to it being in worse state, or from being riddled with crime, but because it was the place a certain person liked to come down to after school and liked to stay at late past her curfew.

This would end in another fight. It always ended in fights with her. He loved her, and wanted her to stay safe, and she would say she knew how to take care of herself, and he would say otherwise because she was still a kid.

"Damn it Angela, where are you?" He tried his daughters phone in vain for the third dozen time. He knew she was just ignoring him at this point, but what else could he do? His baby was out there in the night and he was just wandering around the streets looking for her. And something felt off about this place...

He couldn't put his finger on it, but it was off.

#Biographic Details

Name/Aliases: Cyriss

Age: Appears mid-twenties, but may be over 50.

Species/Race: Cyriss is the physical manifestation of the remnants of three deceased beings known as Urmaz, Sheth, and Jedzit. She still requires what humans do to survive, though less of it. Otherwise appears human.

Physical Description: She is about 5’ 7”, with black hair and silvery eyes. Otherwise, fairly unremarkable and skinny.

In addition, there are marks on her face, arms and chest that represent the beings she was born from. They almost appear to be made out of dust. While Cyriss is using power from one of the marks, it seems to glow and fleck off into the wind, eventually disappearing when the mark’s power is exhausted.

The mark on her face represents Urmaz, and is a jagged red mark that covers the right side of her face. The marks on her arms are swirling purple disjointed streaks that run from her fingers to her elbows, and represent Sheth. The mark on her chest is an orange circular rune that represents Jedzit.

She tends to wear loose clothes that can cover the marks on her body.

Personality: Cyriss is easy going and calm. Despite her strange origins, she acts quite unremarkable. She shows a general interest in the wellbeing of others, but has shown some cold resolve in the past.

Backstory: Cyriss claims she was born after a feud between three spirits known as Urmaz, Sheth and Jedzit resulted in their collective deaths. The leftover energy formed her, but that is all she can recall. She materialized some number of years later in Tower City. She has been enrolled at Pluton Academy for a few years now.

In-Character Reputation: She does not have much reputation for heroics or public displays of power, though some interested parties may know of her strange existence.

Tier: 2. Cyriss has very limited time to use her powers, but the raw destructive capability of the mark of Sheth and Urmaz could destroy a city block in that time.

#Powers, Abilities, and Equipment

(Enhanced Strength Type 1)[http://powerlisting.wikia.com/wiki/Enhanced_Strength] Cars, trucks, buses and large boulders for up to a minute before a full night’s rest.

Power Two | The Mark of Sheth

(Energy Blast)[http://powerlisting.wikia.com/wiki/Energy_Blast] Rapid bursts of raw energy capable of piercing car doors and concrete. A single blast can cover up to 5 feet at most with great exertion, up to 200 feet away. This can last up to a minute before a full night’s rest.)

Power Three | The Mark of Jedzit

(Supernatural Durability)[http://powerlisting.wikia.com/wiki/Supernatural_Durability] for up to a minute before a full night’s rest. Physical damage is minimal. Over bulletproof, though non physical attacks are much more effective.

After a solid week of Tsskik leaving N and hunting fiercely in the woods, inevitably killing a few travelers, the spider girl had spun a massive nest in the scavenger's apartment, taking up nearly a quarter of the room as she poked her head out of the only entry way, looking much like a silken igloo as the fiercely guarded the eggs that rested inside after an....interesting exchange between the two. She was curious how N would react, as she had not seen her at all during her hunt, let alone the fact that she had taken over her apartment.

Elsewhere in the luxury shopping districts in skytop, Amethyst, dressed in a shawl to help disguise herself, was browsing engagement rings at a local jewelry store, appreciating the setting, but seemingly disappointed in the diamonds themselves

It was a particularly hot day, especially for only being in May, but the town market was filled with the joyful, uproarious song of the pop idol Cici. Clad in a bright pink, almost flowery outfit, the cicada girl belted her happy song at the top of her lungs, her wings vibrating to create the beautiful, but very loud sound. Her body guards didn't seem too keen on her practically giving a concert for free in public, but they kept quiet.

Meanwhile, in the shadows, a small girl was busy picking pockets and trying to swipe jewelry from vendors.

Rumors have been spreading recently of an ancient library deep in the everwilde. Legends of ancient long-lost knowledge spreads throughout the city and surrounding area. What secrets could this ancient building hold? Tales of past ages? Knowledge from before the great calamities? Only those who investigate will know.