conversations.from: system
conversations.value: Interns: Congregate! 
  
  In the not-so-distant future, grizzled Nathan J. Rage  breaks away from the local operations of homeland security to form a group of heroes who exist outside the bounds of the law. Tired of seeing aliens destroy his cities, villains ruin the Special Olympics, and ne'er-do-wells leaving empty milk jugs in his refrigerator, he calls on Earth's Most Qualified Interns to join under his command.
  
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  Alternate Universe Marvel, a sort of "What-If?" where the current heroes don't exist and their counterparts are the unpaid interns of the Specifically Chosen and Unpaid Teams of Underutilized Manpower, or S.C.U.T.U.M. 
  
  Heroes in this setting are like second-rate versions of the popular heroes, including luminaries like Potassium Man, Captain Puertorriqueño, and Hawk-Arm. So be creative and make something to fit into the lighthearted (for now) story that we'll create. 
  
  Four players max, to start. Please look at the details of the game, especially the expectations of timing and the writing style. You'll be expected to portray NPCs that your PC is communicating with, and I'll roll with whatever you come up with!
  
  Do pick one of the established Natures. It's helpful for me to sort party use balance.
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Scrapper: You're in their face, knuckles burning and heart pounding. You can bang with the best of them, and you know it.
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: Blaster: Energy blasts, molecular-bond shattering voices, blistering magic spells, or technology to rip things apart. You're here to hurt.
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Bruiser: You can take the punishment of bullets and failed sky-dives as easily as you could take a childhood reprimand.
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: Tactician: With a sense for the broader scope, you can take your team to greater heights and keep them focused.
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Infiltrator: There's nowhere you can't go, no one you can't be, and no lock that's ever defeated you. The government would hate you, if you weren't an intern for them.
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: Create Your Own: Get Creative!
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Create Your Own: I promise I'll work them in!
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: Create Your Own: Internal Motivation is key!
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Nate Rage: Smells like Bay Rum, leather, cigars, and the crippling realization that his Tinder account has been hacked.
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: S.C.U.T.U.M HQ: The heart and brains of the operation, festooned with screens and blinking lights and technology.
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: The Old God: Once, you were a queen of the heavens, worshipped and feared in equal measure. For a time, you were forgotten. Now, your name is invoked again, but it's just... so inaccurate.
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: Irresistible: The world may not remember today, but you were once the embodiment of love, sex, and fertility. You're still a hard woman to refuse.
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: False Worship: Only simple, stupid, careless, thoughtless, blaspheming mortals would think you had some control over a holiday made up centuries after the height of your power. As such, you hate eggs and rabbits with a passion.
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: Find the Perfect Partner: Eternity gets boring alone. Find that person who really GETS you and keep him forever! (Gods help him if he betrays you or loses all his earthly vigor, though.)
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Throwing Shade: The Shade uses his natural blandness and moves effortlessly in the dimmed shadows of the room. Unnoticed. Unappreciated. Like your 11th grade science fair project. I'll bet no one ever thought of growing a plant from a potato before. Bravo.
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Exposed: Light. The Shade's only true weakness. He is exposed to the harsh truth of the worlds. Like looking in a mirror and seeing all your flaws - especially your crow's feet - the light stuns and incapacitates The Shade.
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Who Killed Boy Shadow?: The Shade had a sidekick once. A young ward he was showing the ropes to be a great third tier superhero. But one day, the boy was gone.
  
  Like you'd make a better mentor. With all your baggage.
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Networking: Can access and effectively disseminate any and all data, as long as it is available on the internet somewhere. No firewall is too high, no layer of the Deep Web too deep. 
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Infectious Laughter: All social media posts she makes are inevitably memed to hell and back, cross-pollinating with other memes along the way. There is no topic so serious that it cannot mutate into a self-referential pop-culture Tumblr post with six-figure reblogs.
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: WHERE IS MY DOGE: Guys, this is serious. Mr. Cuddlekins has been missing for a week and I don't know who took him. Please, I - just this once, I need you to li- oh my fucking god, unbelievable. l I'll do it myself. 
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: Right To Bear Arms: You're veteran of the super hero community, and you've seen your fair share of shit. Having kicked butt in this world and others, little surprises or overwhelms this disgraced Warrior of Wundabar. 
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: Bearing the Weight of History: A lifetime of adventure can leave a lot of enemies in one's wake. You've been host to the Crood, escaped the Tojoverse and tussled with your Shull shapeshifter look-alike, but people still treat you like the heroic equivalent of Ergot the Jumper.
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: Heir to the Bear: Briefly wed to his fellow Warrior Ursa, he left Wundabar Mountain after her suicide, never knowing that Dova had secretly been raising their Pizzly son. When the two meet, will it be a clash of arms, or a joyous celebration?
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Self-Centered: You're a goddess! Who *wouldn't* be all about you? Ancient, wise, beautiful, powerful, terrible, desirable, benevole -- what were we talking about, again?
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: Internal Monologue Goes External: Sometimes The Shade can't tell when his noir voice is his speaking voice.
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: A Thing Or Two About A Thing Or Two: He's been there. He's done that. At least with these villains.