Re: Current Mission: Maximum Carnage
12:57, Today: Mayhem rolled 8,8,2,8,6,9 using 1d8,1d8,1d10,1d8,1d8,1d10 with rolls of 8,8,2,8,6,9. Sixteen Going on Seventy, Somwhere I Belong, Solo d10, Durability d8, Menace d8, Symbiote Stunt. – 8,8,2,8,6,9
That's 1 PP to use two Distinctions, 1 PP for the Stunt. Effort 17, Effect d10. d6 goes up two steps for 11 short, down one step for higher effect: Complication: d8
EDIT: Reorganizing per Watcher’s request.
April turns to American Dream. "Don’t you get it, Shannon? I was never your friend, as much as I wanted to be. My sister was your friend, until I killed her. Even after that, you still tried to be my friend… until I broke your neck and threw you in the Hudson. This is not the killer I’ve become, this is the killer I’ve always b--”
And then Cletus Kasady screams, and Mayhem screams with him, black and blue all over except for the murderous hate burning in her white eyes. Her fangs and talons lengthen, and festoon themselves wickedly with serrations and barbs.
Little April sat on the floor of her Nana's attic, ignoring the pain in her swollen eye and her swollen lip. Ignoring the tears in her eyes. She held Lord Phillip tight to her chest, letting him purr reassuringly. Nice kitty, she thinks as she runs her fingers through his fluffy white fur... "It's going to be okay," she lies as she lifts the cordless drill in her other hand.
This is not my memory, she reminded herself. It was Kasady's first kill, and Carnage's last words. Every time. So many times.
Mayhem's first kill had been named "Phillip", too. Stupid coincidence, she tells herself as she looks down on the winded purse snatcher, it doesn't mean anything. The scene looked a little different to Auntie M in hindsight. He didn't mean to hit the old lady that hard, she tells herself. He didn't mean for her to hit her head on the curb.
He hadn’t meant for anyone to get hurt. Until something had startled him. Auntie M screams at her younger self to stop… but the grin that spreads across her face is no longer her own.
I’m sorry, Phillip.
She ran her talons through his sweaty, greasy hair. "It's going to be okay," she purred at him, as she lifted the talons of her other hand.
It’s only a few years later, and a budding young Mayhem holds the wheelchair balanced at the very edge of the top step. Her grin spreads from ear to ear. Nasty old woman, she tells herself. She deserves this. She never loved me. Nana screams something, but Mayhem doesn’t hear her, not really. ”Whoopsie! Almost went over that time, Nana!”
”Go ahead, you sniveling little shit,” Nana dares her… in Peter Parker’s voice. ”It’s what you were made for, isn’t it? Take your shot, killer.”
April screams. And lets go of the wheelchair. It tumbles, end over end, down the stairs into Roscoe Kasady’s unfinished basement-- KRAK!! CLONK!! SPLORCH!!-- again and again and seemingly forever, until it comes to an uneasy halt, its occupant twitching violently in the fashion that Auntie M knows all too well. Too late. I did this. I am as much of a monster as Carnage ever was.
A welcome, red-and-blue glove grips Auntie M’s shoulder; she puts her own hand on top of it, but doesn’t dare look back. Tears trickle down her cheeks.
”Maybe I should have asked you to tell our family you loved them, idiot.”
”It’s going to be okay this time, sis.”
Mayhem starts cackling maniacally; though her symbiote form is once again swirled with white, whatever torment she’s endured at the hands of Carnage and the Ghost Rider has clearly left her… not okay.
”I’m not a monster like Kasady, Shannon… or Dad… Daredevil, whoever needs to hear that. I am going to scoop the brains out of his skull with my tongue and crack open all of his bones to suck out the marrow, and I am going to siphon every last drop of moisture out of his tissues and I’m going to roast Kasady’s flesh to charcoal over that demonic sack of fail’s useless skull and let him keep it as a participation trophy. Thanks for showing up, asshole, thank you for not intentionally making this worse for everyone.”
”And then, and then, I am going to do what I should have done in the first place… and stop trying to prove I can be a better hero than Mayday ever was, and start trying to prove I can be the hero she believed I could be! That only Mayday believed I could be, because I never did--” she points an accusing talon at Spider-Man-- ”and you never did, and the Avengers never did until I murdered half of them…”
She starts sobbing, and the color blanches out of her as she slumps to the grass.
”… and then I have to figure out how a be a person…”
EDIT: I am adding an action to this post while it will still be useful.
10:47, Today: Mayhem rolled 5,8,7,5,5 using 1d10,1d8,1d8,1d8,1d12 with rolls of 5,8,7,5,5. Solo, Somewhere I Belong, Shapeshifting, Menace, Emotional Stress. – 5,8,7,5,5
Effort: 20 (8,7,5) Effect: d12 and d10. April is (unintentionally) creating one hell of a distraction for anyone who wants to attack Cletus Kasady without the named characters noticing and also, if possible, using the symbiotic/hellfire link to hinder Cletus Kasady's defense against those attacks.
That's both my Plot Points, and I'm stressing myself out and inflicting-- 1d4 or 1d6 Emotional Trauma against myself-- to get that fat d12. I'm content with her simply being catatonic until after everything's over, and then fleeing afterwards or if she's confronted. She's got some shit to deal with, though... she will make good on her promise to wring Carnage's corpse out as thoroughly as possible.
NEXT: Any Vigilante
This message was last edited by the player at 19:19, Tue 14 Dec 2021.