Character (Well, User) Backstories

[TheSoupster]

Wow. Mine would be lucky to fill a page. Actually, that's a lie. My patience for writing backstories would be lucky to last a page. :P

Currently, The Soupster is recovering from the excruciating pain of acquiring 'Ability Jump-Start' via the neural implant, but once back at full health will begin to learn how to program powers. He won't gain any new ones for a while, simply because of the pain involved, but he'll be training, biding his time in North Africa, slowly becoming the 'Ultimate Programmer' (not so subtle hint at tonight's power grab...).

When he chooses to make his move, Glasgow's criminal underworld better watch out.

[Celadon's Penultimate]

"In sickest day, in hungriest night//
No chicken or noodle shall escape my sight//
With chunky soup, I'm fit to fight//
Beware my flavors...the Soupster's Might!"

[TheSoupster]

Hahahahahahaha!!!

Class. See if there was ever a cheesy 80s type superhero series, that would be the intro, without a shadow of a doubt.

Good job!

[Celadon's Penultimate]

I soup-ified it from Green Lantern's pledge thing...

[TheSoupster]

When trouble brews in humanity's blender//
When the chicken of justice has been cooked over-tender//
The Soup of the Day is one global defender//
Cos Pain's on the menu, and the Soupster's the sender...!

[Celadon's Penultimate]

Nice.

[Marvelous Miscreant]

 I love it!

[Marvelous Miscreant]

        As we stepped onto the metal and stone street we were met by a mob of Miscreants making their way to the ceremony. It would be held inside the Space Hub. A crystal building that housed the Miscreant’s entire space program. I had personally built a majority of it with Mal and several other Miscreants. All Miscreants pitched in when building was required.

        Miscreants walked and flew in the same direction towards the Space Hub. Myst whistled cheerily as he walked alongside me.

        “Are you as excited as I am?”

        “I….of course I’m excited, Mal’s been gone for months.”

        “No not that, the expedition will no doubt have found some interesting curios. I can’t wait to examine them.”

        Of course, I had known Myst my whole life and I still was surprised by his bluntness when it came to his experiments. I rolled my eyes at Myst as we finally reached the archway entrance to the Space Hub. Its crystal dome hung high in the air above us. Inside, Thousands of Miscreants milled about or floated through the air, chatting to each other in anticipation.  A massive screen had been placed where everyone could see it. The landing would be shown on the screen so everyone could see it, but I had a special seat for the event.

        I left Myst in the main hall while I took a short flight of stairs and a long corridor the control station. Mal had made arrangements before she’d left for me to be as close the landing as possible. She was thoughtful like that. As I gazed out the control room windows to the paved landing area, I was approached by General Man, the Manageable Miscreant.

        “Marv, you old dog! How have you been?”

        “Very good, General and you?”

        “Good, good….Listen, I need to talk to you in private.”

        The general and I stepped into a separate room and the General leaned in close.

        “Listen son, we haven’t had any contact with the expedition. We’re still tracking the ship’s progress and it’s still on course, but all attempts to contact the crew have failed. It’s most likely just a communication’s malfunction, so there’s no need to be worried. I just wanted to let you know.”

        “Are you sure that everything is fine? It sounds like a problem.”

        “As far as we can tell, all the ships other systems are working perfectly and it’s maintaining a perfect course. It’ll be fine. Now come on, they’ll be landing in the next half hour.”

[Marvelous Miscreant]

Let me ask...Is it possible that any one of you was on an excursion near the Miscreant home planet during the time of my backstory.?

[Celadon's Penultimate]

 I doubt it, but it's not entirely impossible.

[Marvelous Miscreant]

Eh, it was worth a shot...

[Celadon's Penultimate]

Anybody actually reading me and Savior's thread?

[Marvelous Miscreant]

Of course I am, are you reading mine?

[Celadon's Penultimate]

Yeah...

[Philote]

I'm reading both.

I could of been if you want to add me in. Before I had dimensional powers, I had a dimension spaceship  that I used to chase after one of my arch enemies.

[Marvelous Miscreant]

I still need to work things out with the story.

[Celadon's Penultimate]

 Us, too...

[Marvelous Miscreant]

I look forward to it.

[Celadon's Penultimate]

[TheSoupster]

I most definitely wasn't... Manipulating soup is useful and all, but Inter stellar space travel is one thing it probably doesn't afford you...