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Hey it's Grag.

I've been having a lot ideas, with no real output. I don't got the Netflix funding money for a series, the know how of a game dev, too neglectful for my music. So now I write them down than having it stay in my head. This pinned at the top post is for the contents, especially for mobile where you can't find them at all! Pages upon pages of the know how, and the where to for my creative writings, which will be updated from time to time. Character sheets, story redirects, the good stuff. Currently blasting my brain into one but there will be other types to come....?

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Heroes Die Contents

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Character Sheets

Story Contents

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More To Come!??!

A far off memory I would get, the type of thing that calls back to you by a treat. Or a smell. That sort of take back of nostalgia. That fake fruity mess they call a candy? Nerds rope! That's it.

So what about the NES does this attach to? Well the sort of fake mess of it? It's not to dismay the collection the system offers is well versed with action platformers, fantastical adventures in the wild, or an all out bloody war against alien monsters! To say however that the hundreds of games released for the system-I find it's harder for me to recommend so many others as pure full games.

No matter the work put into, some of the arcade ports are inferior to other means of playing the original versions through the released collections. Limitations are ones to point at and no doubt any developer team had to work with use of three buttons, with one having the main option to pause the game. It baffles me and others on the crew that so many people have trouble figuring out the controls with how little there is to offer. Quick scan through at the manuals are always needed-It brings so much more as well. One thing the NES lacks is the story-the plot that drives us to find out whats in the end. Very few titles follow this, and those that do are quite harsh and punishing or are elongated adventures in a fantasy world.

As time goes by there's nothing more to look at the NES. It is a shame for it's legacy would always be remembered as the foremost retro console of all time. Yet no one could really complain, as well as the twenty-five titles featured here that are worth playing, curated by me.

Slayer Jim.

#nes

Green Thunders Back Story - My fiance guilt tripped me into having a baby and I still didn't want it, so I joined the army but got arrested and signed up for a secret army program for a war and I'm sure she thinks I'm dead, and thinking back on it, yeah that was an awful mood on my part and I feel bad about it, but really i just didn't want to move.

Metalix's Back Story -

#heroes die #out of thought

WE'RE GOING TO THE MOON! (THE MOON!) [AKA: How I Stopped Worrying and learned to love THE MOON]

in-between trying to put together the right dates/names/events and stuff for nedm+hsde~bastard master, the biggest caveat is the moon. oh fuck yeah i am loving the moon being apart of the grand part of it. mostly how it fits into hsde, as originally in bastard master, the moon is the temple of the four gods-creators of the world like the hyrule deities sort of deal.trveending: bastard master auto-attacks the world's blood clot and floods the world of blood. the gods of the moon decide this travesty must be punished. bastard master, zip…zoom, STRAIGHT TO THE MOON!

and to the moon he did.

the Four Mood Shades have given up their hope of humanity, after the thoughtless wars of the Lygars and Humans, the cleansing of the pre-historic kind, and the decimating fall of the Land of Gold, abandon the realm that is known as theirs.

all that remains on the earth is blood.

all that remains on the moon is bastard master.

the years wash away into his mind like a flash.

he blinked once and he lost his foot trying to climb out of a crater

he got bored of bouncing around anyways.

there be no souls on that dusty sphere of a prison. for not even himself is one either.

thus become the seed that grew the soulstem.

though as milliena gone by, his form was reduced to a fractured skull.

the soulstem found sentience, much like the cum rag moving on it's own.

in a thousand years it would be known as god to one and much others across the new slate.

as for what remains of bastard master, after all he is the forefather of the soulstem

he remains his joyful life as they are now known as the Neuran.

/then for real.

That's where the aliens come in. Later on there's a whole shingding I'm trying to wrap around. Like the first aliens that landed on earth at the time as earth is developed, their mothership is the original WB water tower. That's the whole thing I got caught in a web. like okay sure, wild thing for the alien origin concept to be not the super man shtick but an esoteric design that would make an artist mad trying to come up with an animated nervous system for an alien. later on they find out a way how to integrate into the human race by being entertainers (picked that up from ziltoid) and thus formed the kind of skewed history of the WB in the hsde thing. thus comes littim and capawe, two major capes from the thing that are infact agents for the aliens acting as capes for the humans and then also doubling that they are big shot hollywood actors.

thus comes the big event. the space race. everyone wants to go that damn moon. at once, it was cute. the whole thing where they send monkeys into space was adorable but they never came buck so that sucked! then this whole "a-bomb" situation comes around and ends up into a giant fuel silo that by be enough to send someone up there. but who knows. that whole thing is now a myth, there's no way the elder god imprisoned on the moon is still around there is there?

now i'm thinking something on the edge and now i need that moongame dammti1

#aaand post #augh #HILLARY!#DON'T PUT THE PIE ON THE KEYBOARD TO LET IT COOL #PUT IT ON THE COUNTER YOU #AUGH #5-HOURS?!#SERIOUSLY!?

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well i won't leave ya hanging so have a bonus treat for the future.

What is it that makes the idea man?

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Heroes Die Episodic Drafted #2

Project title - The White Panther Heist (cross reference of The Pink Panther & Why No White Panther?)

==== == set the scene

=minutes until midnight, cold, about to rain. Jewelry store dead but the two dudes decked out in plastic green army wear and one guy looking like a dollar store's he-man. one of them is chucking a cinder block on the display case, barely lacerating the glass after a few hefty drops=

🪖1 - *huffing lift dropping a brick* no i swear all it takes-hah-is a lil-grrrahhh! *SLAM!* eblow grease man, help me out!

🪖2 - I've got a better idea man. *Hops over the display counter* Let's just swipe 'em here.

🪖1 - no way man, hey I actually bought this *points to brick* for this gig. Seventeen-bucks and for what? Can't even break the glass!

🗡️ - and what do you expect it to shatter like a wine glass? Wait don't tell me you brought only a single cinder block to a smash-grab, Micheal

🪖2 - yeah like these are any better *points to m-16 looking rifle that is coated with green shiny plastic, fully functional rubber gun*

=staff door can be heard opened as it knocks back Toy Boy 🪖2 out as an old man comes through with a bat

👴🏽 - you damn punks want now?!? Get outta here before i call the cops!

🪖1 - We wouldn't want the cops here would we? *Throws brick at the store owner*

👴🏽 - Whe- *trips over avoiding the blunt force as it hits the wall behind him but impacts on the floor on the side* Jesus Christ! Who throws a brick at a 77 year old man here?!?

🗡️ - yeah Michael real smooth here, you really want to make that $17 wort over someone?!?

🪖1 - he had a bat like I just-reflexes man I'm sorry.

🗡️ - dude you really think he's going to make a home run on a f◾◾◾ing cinder block?!? Or what do you think that will also shatter too?!?

🪖2 - can we just make up now? Pretty sure the only worker in the whole damn store is on Life alert mode.

👴🏽 - punks you want? Money? I got em in the back, you hurt me bad tho-

🗡️ - yeah *smacks lips* no. *Pulls out replica sword aims directly to the neck of the store owner*

👴🏽 - please ... No no no. I just can't get up!

🗡️ - we're only here for one thing and it is not your dollar. We are here for your diamonds. *Stuffed hand into a money bag filled with the spoils that toy boy 🪖2 was swiping behind the counters* pure as crystal clear di-the hell? These are just gold rings dude.

🪖2 - there's diamonds on those rings

🗡️ - are you color blind? The stuff is sapphire. Or like a lapis?

🪖2 - does it really matter? It's still good jewels all the same.

🗡️ - you know by that logic we should just s◾◾t in the bag. Whatever. This thing? *Tosses card reader into the bag* like you said it's all the same.

👴🏽 - if it's diamonds that you want, I do have them in my supply replacement boxes. You find them in the back room, most West corner. Find a grey deposit box, labeled D. I. You'll find the diamonds there. That's all I have if that's all you want please.... I don't know where my keys are just bust the lock or whatever.

🪖1 - hey so I apologize for this or like... I mean we're taking your s◾◾t

👴🏽 - just get! Get!

= the three goons waltz into the staff back room as the old store owner lays there. One. Two. Three. Four. One. The man tries to get up but the old bones did get hurt in the scuffle. The man tries to find his footing as he eyes over the alarm switch. Just a simple few steps away if the impact felt like it broke a knee.

== zooming out. Out focus through the glass door of the gold 4 cash shop established on an empty lot surrounded by lowering concrete & steel buildings. On top of one across the road lies the top of an office building, spiffy with a slanted roof top to hang out in.

==== == set the scene

=green thunder and thy neon viking chill out on a good star gazing spot as they shoot the shit. Green thunder looking over his shoulder to see the jewelry store with the door open, though unaware of the shenanigans going on

⚡ - how is that a dare?

🪓 - hey it totally counts. I dare you, to tell me if you ever did hard drugs. Like you know we're... Hip.

⚡ - *sighs* I don't know what magic cocktails FAKES put me through the Surge, but I can say it's nothing to brag about. Still though like what kind of dare is that?

🪓 - so what is the college slumber party? Hey want to put out a game of twister, I'll spin the thing and get the four of us to cause wacky poses to try out!

⚡ - all right then fine you want to play hardball? Truth or dare.

🪓 - ...... I might as well pick truth.

⚡ - you ever told your family about this? Like you know being a superhero or whatever? At least I understand that you were orphaned but you know your actual-

🪓 - look at me man. *The washed out crusty dude of old hairy beard and hair donning a bright blue armor and a Viking helmet with neon lights going down his armor lines of cartonish nordic origins* my wife caught me in the act looking like this. She went into hysterics. And then when she said that anything I would tell her she would fully believe it and then I told her?!? *Slugs his flask* gughh..still paying for the kid.

⚡ - .. sheesh. I didn't really mean to upset it.

🪓 - and do you hear yourself? Like you phrased it in a way that I chose this life. No for what the blessing that the ancients of the old world gave me is not but a curse! Like Loki's trickery my lack of control of my power of the Viking Of The Southern Isle is not my style of life!

⚡ - *wrestling to change the subject* you know I still got a ma. I believe she's 60 something, set off to an old home down in Northern Florida. She at least knew I was dispatched the shadow ops thing just y'know... I thought I can get some advice about that but.

🪓 - you are barking up at the very wrong tree my friend. *Heffy burp as he takes out his phone, still a flip phone like* let me tell you some... One I guess. *Green thunder perks his head in interest* it's a lot of Trinity Justice boys gals, some still in contacts. Think there's one here, I think she can help you out with better advice than I can. A real people's person type of gal.

⚡ - ah geez man like *he takes out his phone being a standard android like with still the controller wheel on a bottom corner* sure man I really appreciate it.

🪓 - oh yeah this one's really chill all the solo acts and everything. Yeah here. Her name is TransVania, her nu-

= A cross the scene the cash gold store rings out an alarming bell that can be heard from the hangout spot

⚡ - Augh finally some action! Bet they haven't caught this one in. Wanna two to tango?

🪓 - fighting crime *hic* inebriated. Gotta *hic* drain my bladder *hic hic*

⚡- well whenever you want to walk it off, I got me a slice of this pie. And this time. *Sparks his knuckles out of electric impacts* I want a ala mode this one.

🪓 - hey man. Your air duct won't flush.

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==== == set the scene

= the army goons are walking out of the back door of the cleaned out gold shop, followed by the stronger man donning a barbarian headband and a tattered pair of brown jeans, with a sword at the hilt of his hip, holding the metal lock boxes of diamonds. a weirdo vehicle that looks like a dumptruck spray painted with yellow and blue paint, attached to it are automatic rifles tapped to sides to the bed of the truck. obscenities and dingus doodles are followed along the collage of chaos. it's standby hum is is battling the sound of the ringing alarm bells of the gold 4 ca$h store as the thieves make way

🪖2 - yeah yeah come one let's go now!

🪖1 - Called shotgun this time, I can't deal driving that damn thing!

🗡️ - After that stuff you pulled? No! Get in the dump!

🪖1 - I said I was sorry Yordah! you know how I get when you shove me back there! Every left turn I have to get stay in a corner so I won't move around!

🪖2 - Yeah come on man, we can fit three up on the front seat.

⚡ - Gonna make that four for the road. I love a good road trip after all!

==== the three toys look around frantically

🗡️ - Ah! We got not time for this crap! *makes a run for the driver's side of the dumptruck, before getting jumped from above. in between the way, the stance of a primed armored warrior, wearing a sleek dark green helmet visor combo with a mic attached under the mask, a chest piece of hanging metal and exposed circuity along with a circular dish spinning in the center are the real eye catchers to what is seen a wrinkled speed suit in drab olive that serves as the glue to the pieces that fit with the rest. shoulder pads going down to connect to heavy ironfilled fists, boots going up near knee, deep cut in what looks to be pure steel. the eyes behind the green visor mock up what's underneath, all the dollar-store he-man ever gets to see are the layers of dark rings under the eyes* Sh-~

⚡ - *throws a heavy, risk-free punch across the dude's face* Yeah I shoulda known it were you guys. I thought you guys already got all your accessories collected? Now the Toy Army is doin' smash-n-grabs at closing stores? *tsk tsk* Low blow.

🪖1 - You're gonna regret not leaving it alone man *brandishes the cinder block*

⚡ dryly - yeah. don't hit me with the. cinder block. *jumps over the weak toss of a weak army lackey, driving a jumping punch down his head*

🪖1 - daugh! *blood runs down his nose from the sheer smack of hard steel knuckle brushing the surface of his face*

🪖2 - rope 'im! *the second guarding troop boy takes his useless air-rifle and straddles it on the green guy's shoulder to shoulder* the hell kind of maniac- *struggles with the capture* damn can you both help me out here!?

🗡️ - yo yeah i got ya *brandishes his wimpy little sword, though quickly gets kicked down from green thunder's mighty heavy fat kick of fury, in the scuffle he drops the boxes contents all over the ground* gauh!

⚡ - hup! *breaks free from the grip of the gun filled with air and plastic and pushes back the toy goon against the wall. in a few split takes, he notices the little diamonds scattered across the floor, eyes wide more on the second take, making a smooth whistle* lost me in the sky with diamonds here. didn't think you guys were that desperate fo-gack! *his head gets bonked on the back by store owner that finally followed when his guard was down and out*

👴🏽 - Ay, another one of your damn toys huh?!? Well how you like that?

🗡️ - damn let's just retreat. fall back! the three gangers scuffle around each other leaving the diamonds and body behind, getting into the party dumptruck as the truck drives off when Yordah, capo of the gang, already floors it out as the two army guys try to get into the passanger seat.*

==== the dumptruck slowly drives out as the store owner yells out to the truck overbearing with noise through Marcus's skull, piercing every emotion from the knockout. pain. frustration. anger. tiredness.

get up.

⚡ - sir! yield! i am a hero! i am here to protect you out of the situ-

👴🏽 - sure you were! sorry your friends left you behind before the coppers tear you apart! *awes at the sight of his precious diamonds* no! look at this! that's 11k all over the damn road man! rats and piss everywhere aw man!

⚡ - sir no! *gets up carefully not trying to make any moves upon the erratic civilian* i apologize about it, being uh outnumbered and all. i assure you i would have handled the situation if i ~had~ some extra help. *his head turns down the way where the previous hangout spot with this bud occurred, having known he bailed out of the area ticks ago* At the very least no one was dangerously hurt.

👴🏽 - Oh shove it! I want you to swipe these guys up! Piece by piece! Or I'm telling the cops everything is what you've done!

⚡ - Sir be rational about this, I was only tryin to-

👴🏽 - Ahhh I see. Your one of those, uh...trilogy of the justice? No right yeah I believe I signed a thing for you guys.

⚡ - I actu-*realizes he can waltz out free if he just lied :=] )-lly am with the Trinity of Justice! Yes of course! All collateral damages and lost items will be recovered by our....team.

👴🏽 - Well then that's all good to hear. I just want to know what's your-well your "hero" tag or the sort. I would *reallly* like to put a *good* word about you *shit eating grin*

⚡ - Oh of course! It's....Thunder....bolt. Thunderbolt it's Thunderbolt. *making up the lie on the spot, to avoid slipping into the ToJ's radar again, but also-*

👴🏽 - (When they hear about this he's going to get so fired he's going to be locked up and thrown away the key.) Thunderbolt. Got it. I'll be sure to give you ~all the five stars~

⚡ - I thank you. But there's one thing I want to know. What did they want? It's not every day you see any of the troopers to go smashing up a store like this.

👴🏽 - Hm...if it could help anything atleast, they wanted diamonds. "We need only the diamonds." one said. Sounded like they were only looking for any sort of ring that one.

⚡ - No money? This doesn't feel like a targeted hit or something?

👴🏽 - Hey this is one of the nicest parts of Riverstone believe it or not. You don't see many of those Toy Army boys around here unless there's a community parade happening. If anything they thought this was easy pickings. *shuffles his diamonds with a wide floor broom* listen bud i'd like to play private dick with you, but if anything you'd wanna track those clown down before they, i dunno, hit another mom and pop?

⚡ - Right you are! Uh...right Greenbolt on the way! *jumps across the fire exitstair case onto it's grate balcony, he akwardly tries to walk up the stair way to the roof top but gets stuck around all the gratings. he finally makes way onto the rooftop, free enough from any sight to take off his helmet to breathe some fresh air. the swear drives down his roughed face from months of combat, either from the hero days or the war. his hair wet from the sweat curtains down to his top earlobe, looking all cobain like. he takes out a rag out of one of the cargo pockets of his suit to wipe it all down his face.*

⚡ ==== i damn know i'm never gonna catch those guys. even with a dumptruck sticking like a sore thumb, that thing never shows up on the way. ToJ always had trouble tracking down their vehicles and even I would have a better chance of seeing that thing parked next to a Pizza Crust than following it on foot. Let another one down but at least that puts me on a right track. *looks down on the man sweeping his diamonds into a dustpan* Jacob's gotta get his act together. He could have jumped in to help out. I coulda died from those creeps. Coulda died from hi-*phone msg notifcaion from "beerguy"*

🪓: hey dude. sorry about chicken shitting out there. bad habit. will be better next time.

⚡: don't sweat. it. 3 on 1. made it out fine. maybe acute concussion. will be fine dude.

🪓: sweet.

🪓: you might want to know about that gal I was talking about earlier.

⚡: who?

🪓: got acute amesia from that concussion too? HA! Transvania, the family gal.we were talking.

⚡: yeah yeah. tell me about her.

🪓: nah she does the whole spiel better than i can.

🪓: besides a real people's person. one of the few toj chucklefucks i respect.

⚡: nice nice. if anything i might need some help with what's going on with the toy guys.

🪓: sure. anyways

==== == set the scene

📺: *in cut* -505-3345 is our 24 hour emergency line. Vist now at Cats & Dogs, open this holiday! -news banner plays- Riverstone Late Nite News. I'm your anchor Athur Annmoore. Tonight the top story of Oliver Larson facing -volume fades out to flaming ToJ agent Arsonic (top muscle build with low embers covering his top half of his body, like he's wearing just pants which are coozy white pj pants.) his hand sunk into a popcorn bag as he takes out a few seeds and flares his palm catching the fresh popped corn fall into his mouth at every bite. his other hand on the phone with an angry client.

🔥 - And Mr. Buccola I assure you every penny will be covered. We have the best quality fixers to detail every spot to the point it's like no one stepped a vile foot in that building. --- I do agree. --- The Toy Army are pretty erratic bunch. We'll keep our eyes out for one Yordah Micheal. --- A complaint? --- Why of course! I'd like to know! --- I see. Well then I'll personally take that note to heart. Thank you for the call Buccola. I would advise you to close your store for the clean up in the morning. Take the day off out of the distress. --- Hello? Hmm. *tosses his phone and presses a button on his wristwatch device* Give me information station.

🟩 - Do you have access?

🔥 - Officer Arsonic, Level 4 Access Request.

🟩 - Accepted. How's it going Trace?

🔥 - Yeah let me see an agent's file. We gotta find this Thunderbolt joker.

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