(Okay Neito, I hate to have to tell you this, but you're roleplaying has a problem. I don't know how to summarize it quickly. here's what's wrong: First of all, they are way too short, I've told you that but you keep writing 1-2 sentence posts. From now on, I'm going to consider that shitposting and I'll have to ban it from the game. Even if you aren't confident in your own writing skills, your posts have to be longer than they are now. That doesn't mean inflating them with extra language, it means writing about things in more detail, and not getting ahead of yourself. Players aren't aloud to skip time, only GMs can do that. You should also be more mindful of what you write, and how it affects the future of the game, as well as if your decisions not only make sense for being possible, but if it's something your character would do.)

(There has been no indication that Neito wants to start a team of heroes, that's something you decided you wanted to do, which would be fine normally, but it's not because you aren't taking time to write out why Neito wants that.)

(I want you to try to do these things better. I've never had to call someone out for something like this before, and I don't know how to do it. Gently, is what I'm aiming for. If you'd like, I can edit some of your newer in character posts to give you an idea of how to write interesting and realistic roleplay.)

Neito walks around New York looking for a house to stay in for the time being. Neito has decided he wants to rid the world of all evil and needs some people to help him. So Neito decides to look around the Empire state building due to it being a large tourist attraction he could probaly find more clues a house and friends.

As there is no way to know if people would let a random teen from out of the state live with them for a season, and asking them would be beyond socially awkward , Neito wanders around new york searching for an abandoned home to squat in and potentially refurbish, realizing that he doesn't know what's going on in the city, but deems it to be evil.

Neito eventually wanders into the slummiest part of town where he finds a rundown building with boarded up windows and it's an utter wreck. It might be useful to set up camp here as even though it's not in a nice neighbourhood, it's located within a few blocks of many important buildings that may aid him on his quest to understand and purify the city.

Before he leaves for the empire state building, it might be wise to take a look at the inside of the place, and see why it's been abandoned and if anything is left inside.

I walk inside to investigate  whilst preparing for the worst.

Going inside you immediately notice a putrid smell in their air, which you quickly identify by scouting the corners of the room as rat droppings.

The interior of the building is incredibly dusty, a good sign that nobody has been here in a long time, at least fourth months by the looks of it. If  you check, the cash register has already been cleaned, and the first aid kit has been torn off the wall. Someone even looted a hidden stash of painkillers in a panel behind the lightswitch that no longer functions.

Perhaps you could fix that, this place probably could still be serviced electricity simply because it's on the grid.

This place seems to be an abandoned magazine store that was crushed under the weight of a difficult economy.

You see there is a basement with it's light off, and the stairs creaky and caked in  layers of dust and odd prints that you don't recognize, and can tell don't quite look like the mice that left these droppings.

I follow them into the  basement as I try to put together what they could be. I bring my stuff with me.

As you follow the odd footprints into the basement you begin to feel uneasy as a scent slowly creeps into your nostrils...

Suddenly, you physically recoil as you take a step down the stairs, as a rancid, acidic smell assaults you. Your senses are overloaded in that moment, and you fail to realize the uneasiness was caused by a vibration of almost nonexistent chitters.

You feel a whiff of air by your feet and your a chill goes down your spine as your shoulders... lighten up?

I continue and I whisper to myself "I gotta get to the bottom of this." I then laugh a little "literally" due to the unfunny joke.

Powering through the smell (at the risk of throwing up) is the choice you decide to make, hellbent on scouting out your future base-of-heroes.

Arriving at the bottom of the stairs, the smell is incredibly stronger than it was even the step before, and the step before that. Down here it's no longer the stench that bothers, you, it's the acidity of the air, you realize a little too late the smell isnt bothering you because the interior of your nose has been chemically burned. It will heal, but you are definitely going to develop a sinus cold, and if you don't treat it, perhaps an infection.

You need to conserve breath or else your lungs will get microscopic particles of acid in them too, which is dangerous.

You arrive at the bottom of the stairs, feeling lighter than when you started taking the stairs (literally, not figuratively). Your sense of smell is no longer overpowering your other senses, and it dawns on you suddenly that you can hear chittering coming from every corner around you but it doesn't sound like a rat's call... not quite

I plug my nose and ask who is there before plugging my mouth and sitting on a step to conserve oxygen.

Neito, taking the proper precautions to avoid unnecessary damage, asks whoever is down here whom they are.

However in response, there are no words. Just louder chittering, as if excited, not scared... Definitely not the voice of a rat... in fact, listening to it now... it resembles the kind of sounds insectoid aliens make in horror movies, the chittering is coming from mandibles, not a rat's vocal system.

For a moment, Neito thought he heard a croak... which would have confused him more, if he had had time to be confused.

Instantly, Neito is attacked from four directions by fist-sized creatures he cannot see but is inherently scared of. They must have snuck up on him in the dark, being soundless in their movements.

By the time he would be able to defend himself, a half dozen bites from sharpened mandibles are felt across his body, two on his right leg's thigh, one on his left hip, one on his lower back, one just missing the tendon on the right side of his neck and one more drawing blood from his scalp after landing on top of him...

I quickly summon All-star to help free me.

(You may make an attack on four of the rats of your choice. Please write detailed descriptions of what you want to attempt to do to each target, it could matter deeply)

I incenirate all four by sending the stars North east south and west.

The stars speak in their chiming little language as they hurl themselves in the direction your mind aimed for.0

You manage to take out t he two biting at your thigh with your eastern-pointing star, the one eating your left hip with the western star and the one at your back with the southern one. The northern one looks around aimlessly after he doesnt hit anything.

The one on your hand didn't see what was going on and is chewing a bald spot into your hair and leaving a stain of blood to dry there. The one at your neck goes for a fatal chomp on your tendon before realizing what the others already have.

The entire room has gone silent, and all the little cretins you still havent seen have gone silent and backed away from u... Then you begin to hear whimpering and distressed, sharp, piercing noises that might make you pity these awful things...

They are scared of you, because you have a stand. This could be a clue. You should find a light.

I look around for one and decide to talk to these things to see if they are intelligent.

Stumbling across the nearest wall, the one on the same side as the stairs, you find a light switch and turn it on. Before you can attempt to talk to these things, they begin to screech in agony, and you here sizzling. As your eyes adjust, you learn that theirs haven't, and aren't starting to. You see them at that moment, rat heads, limbs and tails stitched onto frog bodies. They have mandibles, doll-like eyes that belong to no species and a throat sac for croaking. Their front legs are like rats but with human-like hands and their back legs are frog legs except their back feet are identical to their front, both furry and human-like.

You see that as soon as you turned on the light, their eyes began to burn out and sizzle like grease on a pan. You must either turn off the light or risk killing them when their eyes melt into their brains, which you assume they have, since their heads are that of rats.

I quickly shut off the light and ask them why they hurt me.
if they try to attack me again I keep the light on.

They respond to you, just not in a language you can understand...

Their chittering is frightened, almost pleading...

Just then, from one of the corners, one of them stumbles up to you, surrounded by the corpses of three females, in some sort of crude and twisted mating ritual, making sense for beings of such horror.

Then, the pest begins to speak english... almost

'Pain... hunger... ' he chitters, the sounds he makes utterly assimilar to human mouth noises, but just barely understandable. "We... hurt... by evil..." he said, clearly not knowing many words.

He begins to hiss, 'one like you..... did this....' he says, before screeching from rage, not violently, just with utter sadness.

They all join in, a chorus of terrible screaming sounds of pure wistfulness.

I take them upstairs with me after telling them that it will be okay.

(You probably cannot carry them all, assuming you don't stuff them in your pockets or backpack liek a jerk, and you just carry them in your arms you can probably carry three or four, since they are slightly bigger than new york rats)

They reject you at first, but they have no will to fight you.

They are clearly in great discomfort being held by you, but eventually they settle down, but are clearly unhappy.

As you begin to enter the light they hiss in pain, clearly unable to deal with the brightness. They burrow their faces into your chest, which would be almost cute, if it weren't so horrifying.

I set them down and close the windows as I try to fix them by shear happiness and charisma.

They no longer understand the meaning of joy, so they are just confused. You do manage to get across that they shouldn't be unhappy, but they don't know what to feel instead, so they just become confused, which is a bit of a negative for them.

They chitter, "Why... take... us? Where... we go?"

I say that no one should suffer and that once you build a tolerance for light you can come with me.

they mutter among themselves about your oddness, kind of ironic considering what they are...

they basically don't make any sudden movements besides the occasional hacking cough of phlegm or shrill as they take a painful shit full of blood.

(How long do you wait?)