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WHO: The Joker and various people
WHERE: Times Square
WHEN: Sunday night, around 10 pm to 11 pm
WARNINGS: violence and language and generally disturbing stuff
SUMMARY: The Joker is assaulting Times Square
FORMAT: Whatever you want.
It was beautiful, it was a murderous symphony of chaos. It wasn’t perhaps his greatest work, or his final curtain call, but he thought it was a hell of a way to end this act. Or maybe begin the next one. Sometimes they just got all jumbley-wumbley together. Well, to be honest, a lot of things got all jumpley-wumbley for the Joker.
But that was part of what made things so much fun! Who knew what was going to happen? Life was funny like that. Maybe the world would keep-on keeping-on or maybe the planet would be one big nuclear wasteland soon.
“Life’s funny like that,” he mumbled to himself. “Or did I already think that? Hmmm, self what do you say?”
He paused and waited for an answer, but nothing came. Self never replied back.
“Alright self! That’s it, you and me are through, mentally. Never liked that guy much anyways. Hehehahahaaaaaaa.”
All around Times Square, his Joker Venomed goons were doing what they did best, causing mayhem and destruction. It wasn’t an especially potent version of his usual cocktail. He didn’t want them stark-raving-mad. That would just be one, medium sized, boring mess. Sure the rocket propelled grenades, flamethrowers, helmets, body armor, and tutus would all make it a regular fiesta, but he was going for something more. The Joker wanted 75 of the toughest, smartest, most ruthless killers he could find and make them juuuuuuuuuust a tiny bit mental.
“Well, aheh, maybe it’s more than a tiny bit mental. Alright, alright, they’re pretty fucked up in the head, are you happy now?” he snapped to no one in particular. But really, he wanted to give the good police force of the City a worthy opponent. After all they had done for him, it was the least he could do; make it their time to shine.
Sadly though, they just weren’t Batman. No one, really, was Batman. Not even that kid with the attitude that wore that silly flying suit. Pretenders. Second and third rate wannabes playing at being him. Playing at being the best.
“Oh Batsy, I do miss you,” the Joker sighed. Being a force of chaos wasn’t nearly as fun without an anal retentive, sexually frustrated, possibly pedophiliac, growl-y, brooding, brilliant, wears his underwear on the outside, equally potent force of good and order to battle with.
“We could have had such beautiful battles here! Me, killing you, only for you to come back to life. You, debating on if it really counted as killing me if I might come back. Them,” he said, gesturing at the world at large, “Writing squicky and ridiculous yet delicious slash fiction about us. Ahahahaha, such a wasted opportunity.”
For a moment, the Joker frowned, as if he suddenly realized that the randomness of the world wasn’t all that funny. Then he thought back to the head in the Jack-In-The-Box he had done earlier and let out a giggling snort that turned into a full on howl of laughter.
“Come on, world!” he shouted to the heavens. “Let’s have some fun. Gimme your best shot, let’s do this dance and-“
His attention was monetarily distracted by something he saw out of the corner of his eye.
“Ooooh, Toys ‘R Us is having a big sale, don’t mind if I do. Wahahahahooo.”
Straightening his wide brimmed hat and dusting off his gaudy Hawaiian shirt, the Joker took a few steps back and prepared to launch himself across the building top. A few quick steps though and he skidded to a stop, making an odd face before glancing downward.
“I knew I should have thought of a better harness for this gizmo,” he grumbled, trying to adjust the straps of the V-harness that held the device that amplified his powers attached to his body. “Seriously, what was I thinking? A backpack just wouldn’t do? This is risking serious damage to the boys. Ah well, I guess it’s the slow road for me!”
With another mutter to himself, the Joker began scrambling down the fire escape as quickly as possible. He just knew one of those damn police force members was going to have the same idea as him and get that adult sized Elmo Halloween costume he’d had his eye on. Suddenly, his watch beeped.
“Ooooooh, looks like it’s time!” he said. Pulling a microphone from his pocket, the Joker flipped it on. Wired into several speakers all around, the microphone would carry his voice to the heroes fighting in the Square.
“Attention everybody please. I have a very, very important announcement. Because I don’t think you’re trying hard enough, I’ve decided to up the stakes a bit and tell you just what happens if you don’t kill me in the next…. 22 minutes. You see, I’ve managed to get control of China’s nuclear arsenal. Which, I’m faaaaiiiirrly certain the President is just about to confirm to some of you. Ohh, it’s kind of cliché, I know, but I’m so bored with this place and I thought that if I can’t enjoy it, no one can. Ahahahaha. So if one of you imPorted folk doesn’t kill me soon, this whole planet is gonna belong to the roaches.
Ooooh, I bet that just burns you up, doesn’t it, Major? Nuclear annihilation of the world and you don’t have a single thing to do with it. It must just kill you that my destruction penis is bigger than yours. Well, that’s your own fault really, my clubhouse is no Nazis allowed!”
With another bout of laughter, the Joker tossed the microphone aside and continued his descent. Elmo was waiting.
[ooc: A few notes. There are 75 Joker Venomed goons. That means 3-4 bad guys to every good guy signed up, so please keep the number of them that you individually take out reasonable in regards to that. Also, any property damage you may want to play out should be kept somewhat minor, no destroying entire buildings, please. Additionally, remember that this is a no powers zone.
And the Joker really does have control of China’s nuclear arsenal, which will be confirmed via the government, so your characters can know he’s not kidding about that.
Finally, the Joker is dying at the end of this plot. Between 11 and midnight Carlton Lassiter and John McClane will be sacrificing themselves to take the Joker out. There will be a contained explosion in a random office building that will kill all of them.
Please excuse any slowness as I anticipate a lot of tags.]
WHERE: Times Square
WHEN: Sunday night, around 10 pm to 11 pm
WARNINGS: violence and language and generally disturbing stuff
SUMMARY: The Joker is assaulting Times Square
FORMAT: Whatever you want.
It was beautiful, it was a murderous symphony of chaos. It wasn’t perhaps his greatest work, or his final curtain call, but he thought it was a hell of a way to end this act. Or maybe begin the next one. Sometimes they just got all jumbley-wumbley together. Well, to be honest, a lot of things got all jumpley-wumbley for the Joker.
But that was part of what made things so much fun! Who knew what was going to happen? Life was funny like that. Maybe the world would keep-on keeping-on or maybe the planet would be one big nuclear wasteland soon.
“Life’s funny like that,” he mumbled to himself. “Or did I already think that? Hmmm, self what do you say?”
He paused and waited for an answer, but nothing came. Self never replied back.
“Alright self! That’s it, you and me are through, mentally. Never liked that guy much anyways. Hehehahahaaaaaaa.”
All around Times Square, his Joker Venomed goons were doing what they did best, causing mayhem and destruction. It wasn’t an especially potent version of his usual cocktail. He didn’t want them stark-raving-mad. That would just be one, medium sized, boring mess. Sure the rocket propelled grenades, flamethrowers, helmets, body armor, and tutus would all make it a regular fiesta, but he was going for something more. The Joker wanted 75 of the toughest, smartest, most ruthless killers he could find and make them juuuuuuuuuust a tiny bit mental.
“Well, aheh, maybe it’s more than a tiny bit mental. Alright, alright, they’re pretty fucked up in the head, are you happy now?” he snapped to no one in particular. But really, he wanted to give the good police force of the City a worthy opponent. After all they had done for him, it was the least he could do; make it their time to shine.
Sadly though, they just weren’t Batman. No one, really, was Batman. Not even that kid with the attitude that wore that silly flying suit. Pretenders. Second and third rate wannabes playing at being him. Playing at being the best.
“Oh Batsy, I do miss you,” the Joker sighed. Being a force of chaos wasn’t nearly as fun without an anal retentive, sexually frustrated, possibly pedophiliac, growl-y, brooding, brilliant, wears his underwear on the outside, equally potent force of good and order to battle with.
“We could have had such beautiful battles here! Me, killing you, only for you to come back to life. You, debating on if it really counted as killing me if I might come back. Them,” he said, gesturing at the world at large, “Writing squicky and ridiculous yet delicious slash fiction about us. Ahahahaha, such a wasted opportunity.”
For a moment, the Joker frowned, as if he suddenly realized that the randomness of the world wasn’t all that funny. Then he thought back to the head in the Jack-In-The-Box he had done earlier and let out a giggling snort that turned into a full on howl of laughter.
“Come on, world!” he shouted to the heavens. “Let’s have some fun. Gimme your best shot, let’s do this dance and-“
His attention was monetarily distracted by something he saw out of the corner of his eye.
“Ooooh, Toys ‘R Us is having a big sale, don’t mind if I do. Wahahahahooo.”
Straightening his wide brimmed hat and dusting off his gaudy Hawaiian shirt, the Joker took a few steps back and prepared to launch himself across the building top. A few quick steps though and he skidded to a stop, making an odd face before glancing downward.
“I knew I should have thought of a better harness for this gizmo,” he grumbled, trying to adjust the straps of the V-harness that held the device that amplified his powers attached to his body. “Seriously, what was I thinking? A backpack just wouldn’t do? This is risking serious damage to the boys. Ah well, I guess it’s the slow road for me!”
With another mutter to himself, the Joker began scrambling down the fire escape as quickly as possible. He just knew one of those damn police force members was going to have the same idea as him and get that adult sized Elmo Halloween costume he’d had his eye on. Suddenly, his watch beeped.
“Ooooooh, looks like it’s time!” he said. Pulling a microphone from his pocket, the Joker flipped it on. Wired into several speakers all around, the microphone would carry his voice to the heroes fighting in the Square.
“Attention everybody please. I have a very, very important announcement. Because I don’t think you’re trying hard enough, I’ve decided to up the stakes a bit and tell you just what happens if you don’t kill me in the next…. 22 minutes. You see, I’ve managed to get control of China’s nuclear arsenal. Which, I’m faaaaiiiirrly certain the President is just about to confirm to some of you. Ohh, it’s kind of cliché, I know, but I’m so bored with this place and I thought that if I can’t enjoy it, no one can. Ahahahaha. So if one of you imPorted folk doesn’t kill me soon, this whole planet is gonna belong to the roaches.
Ooooh, I bet that just burns you up, doesn’t it, Major? Nuclear annihilation of the world and you don’t have a single thing to do with it. It must just kill you that my destruction penis is bigger than yours. Well, that’s your own fault really, my clubhouse is no Nazis allowed!”
With another bout of laughter, the Joker tossed the microphone aside and continued his descent. Elmo was waiting.
[ooc: A few notes. There are 75 Joker Venomed goons. That means 3-4 bad guys to every good guy signed up, so please keep the number of them that you individually take out reasonable in regards to that. Also, any property damage you may want to play out should be kept somewhat minor, no destroying entire buildings, please. Additionally, remember that this is a no powers zone.
And the Joker really does have control of China’s nuclear arsenal, which will be confirmed via the government, so your characters can know he’s not kidding about that.
Finally, the Joker is dying at the end of this plot. Between 11 and midnight Carlton Lassiter and John McClane will be sacrificing themselves to take the Joker out. There will be a contained explosion in a random office building that will kill all of them.
Please excuse any slowness as I anticipate a lot of tags.]