SuperHeroes in Town is a text adventure where the players, not a host*, write the story. Just make up a superhero with a unique (as in, not yet taken in-game) power and name and do whatever you want. Fight the evil villains, destroy the city of New Metropologotham, it's your game. Be humorous, this isn't a srs bsns forum.

Also, I should probably remind you to not break any of Sen's rules.

I'll let you guys get started before adding anything to the story.

*I may post a few times to keep the story moving, or add a character of my own if I feel like it.

Supercoon flies to the top of a building and jumps off when suddenly a random big erect pe-

-ncil that's sentient and goes by the name of Caricature appears and uses himself to draw a cartoon-like trampoline to stunt Supercoon's fall! As if seemingly appearing from a void, a big, hairy pus-

-filled sac rolls around the corner, crushing cars as it fu-

-lfills its destiny, as we all know what happens when an extremely large object decides to ra-

-pidly fail as fast as the topic will since everyone posting is so ga-

y.

dammit you were supposed to redeem the sentence now I feel like a dick!

"And now you've experienced my super power," the anonymous figure replied as he stepped back into the shadows.

But Supercoon was not done,
Through the streets he did run,
On his way he picked up a gun,
He shot that sac a fucking ton,
He used all his ammo because he knew there would be only one,
And when the smoke had cleared, it was clear that he had w-

-itlessly fallen into a devious trap, doubtless subject to any abuse of the se-

ntence fragment that.

Then, overcome by a strange magical force, everyone in the city became incapable of stopping sentences midway. One man, surprised, stopped speaking in the middle of a word. He immediately dropped dead, but it was okay, for what he had just done was terrible and no one liked it.

Meanwhile, in the confines of his sanctuary on the second floor of his parents' house, a heroic teenager was watching television, writing the names of villainous scum into his notebook.

"I will bring divine punishment to you all!" he exclaimed.

As the commercial break finally ended, Toddlers & Tiaras came back on, and his pen was once again moving furiously across the paper.

-anking his juicy meat in the butchery he works at for tenderness when he saw a lowlife thug rob a fair maiden of her purse! Caricature swooped to the rescue, but not knowing what to draw to ensnare the vile villain, he decided it'd be best if he just looked into his vast lexicon of words for ideas, and whipped out his hard dic-

tionary, then immediately dropped dead because he stopped reading a word in it midway.

The villain went on to rob many more people, all because he had enough sense to realize implying innuendo by ending sentences with the first syllable of a sexual word stopped being funny by the third post of the thread, and was now just annoying.

-ly homoerotic. He pulled out his wizard hat and began to cast level 3 eroticism, quickly causing his quivering mem-

branes to disappear. He immediately explodes into a nondescript substance.

Oh, doubtless, Az. RETCON

A giant boob appears on the scene and squishes a poor pedestrian.

He screamed in a mixture of agony and pleasure.

"Has it come to the point at which I may post hentai yet?" thought aloud a citizen of the city.