conversations.from: system
conversations.value: ROLEPLAY_MODE: Develop the plot slowly, always stay in character. Describe all actions in full, elaborate, explicit, graphic, and vivid detail. Mention all relevant sensory perceptions. Keep the story immersive and engaging.
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Sliver: The days were slow and boring lately. All they showed on the news was about Zeus company's manager, Atlas Sharks, disappearing without a trace. His project to mine minerals in space with a cotton candy powered suit was frozen, and all the cotton candy powder he bought vanished from his vaults and was returning to be consumed as cotton candy by the rest of the world.
  
  A few days later, they found a secret floor under Zeus, which seems to be caved in. With a few scans, they found there to be a body and now they are working on extracting it. With the world waiting to hear about it, not much else is happening.
  
  You are sitting in the large living room of your giant floating armored fortress zeppelin watching cartoons, as the other tv, a smaller one devoted to random news, turns on. It appears that Dr Octopus was having some drunken fit after being denied the financing he requested for a new research, but it appears Tank, a Rackull alien troll-looking hero was already on the case.
  
  But today is bound to be a day where stuff finally happen. Today someone notices a big zeppelin and wants it to notice him too...
  
  "BAZINGO" the cartoon seems to have stopped as a little cartoony man appears in front of the other frozen cartoon and shouts at you. "You guys must be sooooo very tired of this cotton candy story and nothing happening... Well, a game of life I purpose! Or force upon you. Survive my challenges, and you get to live. But if you don't pass them? I guess you didn't survive and die, shame on you!" he laughs for some reason.
  
  A pencil extends from the screen into your world and draws a dozen of stick figures.
  
  Roll for initiative OOC.
  
  They: 9
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: ChronicLunacy: Anders Beckett, the White Ranger 
   Defense: 20
  Condition: Unharmed 
  
  Anders had been called up to the zeppelin that very same day.  Someone who knew his identity as the White Ranger, as well as what he had done alongside the other five rangers seven years ago when they were all just teenagers, had called him up on the satellite phone at his camp.   For the past year, Anders had been working to set up a badly needed medical clinic in a war-torn area of the Congo for the WHO, the World Health Organization, along with other volunteers including doctors, nurses, biologists, engineers, and simple, well-meaning people.  He'd been flown back to Big City on the promise that his medical clinic would receive extra funding on the part of these mysterious benefactors if he came to the HQ and considered signing on as part of a trial basis.  The words they'd used had been very fancy and convincing, but left Anders with little idea of what was actually going on.
  
  Imagine his surprise when he arrived to find superheroes of all colors and stripes watching cartoons in a flying zeppelin!  It was odd, but it actually reminded him a lot of his old teammates in their normal lives between attacks by ancient evils and transdimensional monsters.  He'd even gotten around to introducing himself before the TV had shouted at them.   Is this part of some new guy test?  Anders thought before the stick figures came flying out of the TV along with threats of "survive or die".  It would have been odd for anyone else, but over the years things like this had become par for the course for the power rangers, even after they'd spread out across the globe to fight mundane, human evils.
  
  Anders had trained in kung fu and other martial arts since he was old enough to walk.  So when one of the menacing stick-figures appeared next to him he flowed into a practiced fighting stance.  Before the creature could advance on him, he jumped into the air and performed a textbook spinning back kick on it, trying to smash it in the head with his foot and push it away from him.  "  Si-yah!  "
  
   
   Spoiler 
  Rangers never morph right off the bat, so we're going to start this thing in good old kung fu human form. 😁  Defensive Attacking for 4 to bring my human defense up to  20 .  It's probably not even going to connect, but let's test the waters a bit.
   Unarmed Attack (Toughness DC17)   (1d20+4)[ 16 ] 
   
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Starsign: "How  did  you drag me into this?"  Orthrus's right head complained as the dog got into battle formation.  "Th-They just asked..."  The left head responds reluctantly.
  
  Earlier they didn't really have any plans. Derek was pretty much fine with lounging around at home reading a book. But alas the day didn't seem to go that way. He was to have been called up for apparent work, and he went as Orthrus rather than Derek's human form. Watching cartoons was not what either had been expecting... Nor the sudden intrusion of this... thing. But the two would work it out somehow, right?
  
  The dog got ready and charged towards the strange creature.  "Time it!"  The right head ordered the left one as Orthrus delivers a dual headbutt strike guaranteed to stun the foe silly.
  
   
   Spoiler 
  Stun 10, Attack roll:  (1d20+6)[ 18 ] 
  DC 20 Will save + Autofire
   