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Usually a game's combat system is there to create an accessable way for players to fight. It is impossible to create a combat system that replicates the effect of real fights. Therefore I think that regardless of world expanding or whatnot, one should not think of a game's combat system as the way characters actually fight in universe, and instead think of it as simply a representation of what occured.

The Evil of the Daleks, waaaaay back in the Second Doctor's era. Check out the summaries for Episode 6 onwards, starting (at the end of Episode 5) with this:

Then the three test Daleks with the Human Factor activate; rather than being invincible killing machines, they are childlike and playful, forcing the Doctor into a game of trains with them.

You're right that baseline Daleks will hate the PPC's Daleks and probably jump directly to trying to kill them. So let's not send them on missions that put them in contact with the rest of the species, I guess?

hS

"Sorry if you got a bit singed. Tried to take out the source, but the fog made it a bit hard to aim. I know it passed closer than I'd like." He tapped the cane on the ground. "So what's our next plan?"

So... I read that they have the Human Factor put into them, but that just left me confused. Wouldn't they reject it as much as possible; try to leech it out of their systems? Wouldn't they rather die? I mean, the one Dalek with human DNA ended up being killed anyway, and if Rememberance of the Daleks is anything to go by, even a simple non-human mutation is enough to start a faction war. The Dalek Rusty gained emotions but was no better than before as it still wished to kill, even if its victims were Daleks.

Given how much the canon Daleks as a whole desire purity... How would a Dalek agent with the Human Factor make it through the day without hating itself? How could it live with itself? Canonically, there's no such thing as a good Dalek; even with the few examples we got of a small possibility of a good Dalek, those are brief and/or not long lived.

"Thank you, guys," they said, voice trembling a little. "I - Well, I thought that I might be ending up as the night's first casualty."

1. Name: The Reference
   
   2. Name: American Aardvark
   Catchphrase: "Prepare for a tongue-lashing!"
   
   3. Name: House
   Catchphrase: "Never bet against the House."
   Blurb: When mild-mannered construction worker Justin Davies was in a terrible accident, his coworkers took it upon themselves to rebuild him. With a skin of sturdy brick, bones like steel support-beams, and some rather fashionable gables, he's a real powerhouse in the fight against crime.
   
   -Phobos

This is a fairly simple and creative game. Anyone can play; just reply to the previous post in the thread. Try to avoid branching chains, though!

Your post will contain three pieces: a superhero/villain name, a corny catchphrase for the hero the previous player named, and a short blurb for the hero the previous player gave a catchphrase to. It goes like this:

(0. You will put the name of your own hero/villain here.)

1. Name: American Aardvark
(You will add a catchphrase to American Aardvark.)

2. House (This would have been posted by the previous player.)
Catchphrase: "Never bet against the House."
(You will add a blurb to House)

3. The Narrator - "Are we sitting comfortably? Then I'll begin..."
Blurb: When the Narrator plants her staff in the ground and begins to read, the world around her changes. The story she reads takes shape, spreading in a growing circle from the base of her staff. Skyscrapers can become jungles; oceans can become caves; there is no limit to her transformative powers, nor - as long as she keeps reading - how far they can spread. Only when her staff is uprooted from its place will reality snap back.
(You will delete The Narrator from your post.)

If a completed hero/villain catches your fancy (as the Narrator here), feel free to reply to her blurb post with a creative work featuring her - a picture, a story, anything you want. You can even incorporate other completed characters from the thread! But don't try and shoehorn it into a full Round Super-Robin post - keep the stories etc separate from the character creation.

It is possible that there will be a picture of the heroes and villains of Round Super-Robin, once the thread winds down - so go ahead and make them as silly as you like!

Next player: add a new Name, add a Catchphrase to American Aardvark, add a Blurb to House, and delete The Narrator.

hS

In moments, a good half of the stuff had dissipated, freeing the Ghast and ensuring the Sapphire wouldn't join them in their prison. That only left what was beyond the door, which reassembled itself with some rather strange sounds. Really, if you had to make a comparison, it was like the sound of it exploding in reverse.

That's probably exactly what it was, now that you think about it.

I realise that I write it by the fight system in Mount and Blade: Warband. The system is closer to exchanging hits to one another, rather than attacking and defending in one move or a series of fluid movements, like how professional martial artists do. While I am writing based on the universe of M&B, I already bend the world enough by using mods. And since I am doing world expanding, I will have to use reality rules.

I am busy rewriting the first chapter. When it is done, I will repost it.

"I think two things. One, I'm getting that strange, crawly feeling you get when you've annoyed something way bigger than you, and I don't like it. Two, dang I need some coffee. Come on, let's find the refreshments table. Can't solve a mystery without fuel." With that, she turned and started back across the room, trying to watch in every direction at once.

The Musician backed up, or rather down the stairs, trying to get clear of the spreading fog. The bells on her head chimed again, until she remembered them and put them to use. Four notes later, the wind rose at her call again- and then she reached for her new abilities too. What did it take to burn off cold fog? Light.

She had thought she was full of light already, but now she understood it was only the dawning, the first glimpses of a greater day to come. A new glow poured out of her and into the darkness, the warm brilliance of a summer day. All she had to do was point and the light focused, intensified, a wave of illumination racing into the fog.

It was, however, moving quite slowly. Honestly, you could probably out-walk it.

The Ghast had gotten out of the way just barely enough, and the fire missed them almost entirely. They got mildly warmed as the fire shot into the room, prompting a new spilling of fog.

Oh great. Now the Musician was halfway enveloped.

Sapphire swooped down and desperately started beating at the fog with their wings, trying to clear it away. "No, no, no!"

There. It had to be her. Or, well, it didn't, but they had to take the chance. They Stepped towards her. Once. The fog grew colder. Twice. Even more so. Three times. It was freezing. They stopped. The fog started rising to its earlier temperature. Okay, so trying to get out of it was a bad idea. They closed their eyes, feeling the earth beneath them, and slowing their breathing down. It had started to speed up once they had realized they were basically trapped, but hyperventilating was probably a bad idea. Slow, calm breaths were better.

A twirl of the cane, and the dragon's maw glowed. Then, a burst of fire was launched out, into the room. He wasn't sure it would do anything, but it might. Then, he tapped the cane on the ground, projecting a light. "Regroup on the light!"

You feel light suffusing your being. You feel more certain of your path.

You feel as though you could slice through the darkness.

Clearly, something was going on here. The Musician bent down, still holding the bell aloft, and picked up the card. "Knight" was an interesting message- she'd have time to investigate it further when Garnet wasn't getting eaten by empty nothingness. She tucked it into her pocket next to the other one...

It felt like she was getting torn in half. It felt like she was standing beside herself, the universe pouring through a gap torn in her soul. It felt like she was falling- burning- she couldn't even scream, it was so intense- and then she was filled with light where she had never noticed how empty she was.

She picked herself up off the floor - apparently she'd collapsed without even noticing it, planned and coordinated tones from her bells replaced with a discordant jangling. She didn't notice it, but she was glowing, slightly - although that faded quickly.

Face up, resting on your foot, is a card labelled Knight.

She wanted to curl up around her twisting gut, she wanted to hide from the freezing, burning aura pouring off of the fog, but there was someone in there.

"Everyone back!" she said. "If you can blow this stuff away from us, do so!"

She took one of her larger bells out of her hair, and then rang it - a single cutting note, piercing into the fog like a beacon.

"Out here!" she called.

They would probably remain conscious in the fog for an hour, at this pace. And said fog wasn't slowing down or thinning out at all; on the other hand, neither did it continue to expand.

"RUN!" they shouted at the top of their lungs, mask amplifying it so hopefully those outside the fog wouldn't be caught. After that, they tried to figure out how quickly the fog was leeching the heat from them, and exactly where the way out of the fog that didn't lead through the door was.

However, it exploded inward, towards the room it had been sealing off. In turn, more of the black fog rushed out, completely enveloping the Garnet Ghast and coming quite close to taking the Musician.

Inside the fog, the Ghast could see, hear, or smell nothing. They could hardly feel their feet on the floor. What they could feel quite clearly, however, was cold.

That didn't do it justice. That made it sound like you had walked outside during winter, or touched an ice cube. This was more like the fog was leeching all the heat from your skin without seeming to warm up in the least.

Sapphire panicked. Black and blue feathered wings erupted from their back and they soared towards the ceiling. "Sorry, guys! I... is it alright if I stay up here? I'm too-," they sighed audibly, "I'm too scared."

The Musician backed up a step, and then a second. She hushed her bells and then rang four more, calling up a gentle but insistent wind to blow the fog across the stairs and away from the group.

Please work please work I wish I'd brought more significant tools please work...

"Yeah," The Musician said. "I've got... assorted skills. Mostly environment manipulation."