This thread is for the Adventures of Paperweight, the Heavy Hitter!

You gesture before you with thin fingers as you force ribbons of anti-gravity out from your body and around the lip at the bottom of the window pane. Concentrating, you attempt to gently slid your apartment window open. Unfortunately, you over shoot it. With a loud "CRACK" the pane slams into the top of the groove, sending a cascade of hair thin cracks through the dry wall. Miraculously, the glass itself seems to be undamaged.

Small favors, you guess.

Either way, you're off work, your pads are laced up, and the window is now open.

It is time for Paperweight's patrol to begin.

I take off from the window and begin looking for problems to fix.

You feel the fundamental forces of the universe shift as Anti-Gravity rockets you up into the sky above your apartment. Your initial elation is cut short, as your new vantage point allows you to see the Hooverville a few streets over from your apartment. The radio says the Depression is easing, but it doesn't look like it is on your street.

Two purse snatchers and a burglary later, your evening is starting to look like a easy one. Suddenly, you hear a loud eruption from the financial district. Over the tops of the buildings you can see a plume of smoke, followed by the bone chilling rattle of Thompson Machine Guns.

I quickly look for rubble or large collection of rocks. I place my hand on the ground and force them into a sphere my size then fly towards the gunfire.
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(You are essentially using your super strength power to lift these.)

Boulder cluster in hand, you launch yourself towards the sound of the commotion.

You see a well built man in a garish bright orange costume walking down the stairs of a bank with a large sack of money in hand. His chest is emblazoned with a cartoonish explosion. Around him are four men in similar outfits holding tommy guns that are rattling shots off towards the fleeing crowd.

(Give me a perception check, when your character sheet gets finished.)

Paperweight rolled 11 using 1d20+4.  Notice Check.

At first this situation seems like a massacre. You know there's no way to get to all the civilians in time. But then you notice something's...

1. The Mobster thugs are firing the rig Tommy Guns directly into the crowd, but NOTHING is hitting. No people are getting shot, and you see no signs of the bullets connecting with anything around them like the buildings or the side walk.

2. The orange clad leader seems to have the power to point at things and make them explode. But, everything he points at seems to have a brief delay before it actually ignites. And there's a cloud hanging in the air from his explosions that smells like...fire works.

"Oh no boys! It's Paperweight! Chicago's hero! The most powerful costumed hero on Earth! We're in for it now!"

Very skeptically I jump between the crowd and the gunfire.

You land with an earth rattling thud, arms spread wide just in case. But it is just as you suspected. There is a muzzle flash from each gun, but no billets are actually being fired.

The Captain shoulders his way to the front of the gang.

"Those pop guns won't do anything against a do-gooder this powerful! Step aside boys! I'll handle him!"

01:35, Today: Captain Kaboom rolled 20 using 1d20+2.  To blast Paperweight. You have been hit.

No toughness save is needed though, as what hits you is little more than a large sparkler. It's lights up in a crackling flash, but in no way could have damaged any one at all.

"It's no good, boys! He's INVINCIBLE!"

I tilt my head in confusion. Then fly over, grab Captain Kaboom, and hover a few feet off the ground. "Whats really going on here?"