<div class="floatleft">(http://origincache-ash.fbcdn.net/928248_636543246434014_1836941014_a.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Benson "Bence" Marconi<br/><strong>Alias:</strong>Red Ranger<br/><strong>Time/Date:</strong>October 1st, 10:25 AM<br/><strong>Location:</strong>The Field<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Open<strong>Mention:</strong>Kara, Vivienne, The Other Rangers, Bence is in danger!<br/><hr/><br/><div align="center"><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial black;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 18pt;">GM</span></span></div><br/><br/>By the time Bence reached the field, he was staggering along and nearly tripped over—nothing. He flailed his arms to catch his balance and stopped to stoop over and grasp his knees. Panting, Bence was starting to realize the countless times he forewent cardio at the gym and was regretting it. Despite being so ripped, he felt like a fat kid.<br/><br/><em>Fuckin’ shit…I’m never gonna miss run day again</em>, he thought.<br/><br/>He glanced back to see who all had followed him onto the green expanse of false-grass. The field was a hybrid between a soccer and football field with the track encasing it like a rubbery salmon-colored border. Bence forcing himself to stand straight, turned to face where the giant eyeball monster was marching along. His heart was racing in fear as he thought,<em>I’m gonna die…this is it. I went to college just to get caught up in…I swear to God this has to be a dream!</em><br/><br/><strong><em>It’s not a dream Bence! When you go to sleep, I’ll still be here with you. I’ll be there even when you wake!</em></strong><br/><br/><em>That is not romantic at all…Any who, shit! Now what? We’re in the field, what do you want us to fuckin’ do, huh? If you say fight that big dumpty then I’m gonna lose my fuckin’ mind!</em><br/><br/><strong><em>That’s exactly what we’re going to do, human. We’re going to fight the Tauran Executioner and win! Bence, what time is it?</em></strong><br/><br/><em>What? What the fuck are you talkin’ about what time is it?</em><br/><br/><strong><em>Check your watch!</em></strong><br/><br/>Bence raised his wrist and his brows crashed together as his black, cheap ten-credit watch was replaced with…whatever it was he was completely awe-stricken. The glass lens was black with a red thread of lightning crackling inside it. The band gripped his arm in glossy, metallic segments.<br/><br/>“What…is this?” Bence asked.<br/><br/><strong><em>That is a Morpher Bence. Everyone should have one. They only appear when an enemy is near. You need to transform Bence!</em></strong><br/><br/>Bence lowered his wrist and stared at the hundreds of students charging toward the field like an army. The eyeball was stomping right behind them, and for some reason…Bence’s brain just stopped working. He stared at the flood and just couldn’t find the will to go along with this charade anymore. It was a shame that none of this was real. Kara was a cute girl for being imaginary. The real Vivienne wouldn’t be mad at him anymore, and he could probably continue to throw credits at her. The rich girl…he had thought she was a bitch at first until she bought him clothes out of the kindness. No matter how hard he tried to believe that all of this was real, he couldn’t…<br/><br/>Until Kara made it to the field and suddenly erupted in a pink light. Bence blinked in confusion.<br/><br/><em>What the hell happened to her? Did she die?</em><br/><br/><strong><em>She morphed, which is what we’re going to do whether you like it or not!</em></strong><br/><br/>The Mobicyte took control of Bence’s body. His face became tense and serious as he spread his feet shoulder-width apart and thrust out his fists to the left and right sides of his hips. Overhead, the sky flashed and flipping down from it was a large hammer. The hammer struck the field next to Bence with a loud<em>thoom</em>. The vibrations from its impact traveled through the turf, the shock causing some of the charging students to stumble. He raised his right arm vertical and centered before his torso with his clenched fist at level with his eyes. Bence’s left fist simultaneously drew inward as he muttered, “It’s morphin’ time.”<br/><br/>A red light erupted beneath Bence’s feet and a gale brought on by the swirling energy caused his clothes to ripple. Thousands of black and red, scale-like hexagons started to piece together all over his body. They started at his feet, rising up his legs, torso, arms, and then his neck to stop just beneath his jaw line. A red helmet flashed over his head, and a belt with a gun that looked like it was ripped from a science-fiction film flashed at his hip. The scales molded to his muscular frame, enhancing the definition of his muscles, and invigorating them with power.<br/><br/>As the light faded, revealing the red ranger, his Mobicyte didn’t hesitate to arm the pistol and aim it down the field at the line of charging humans. Rapidly, beam after beam started to empty into the wall of humans, causing files after files to flop over onto the turf. The rank behind them leapt over their bodies to continue their wild advance. Holstering the pistol, Mobicyte-controlled Bence reached back to grasp the great hammer and wrenched it from the synthetic earth. Charging forward, with two hands on the hammer, Bence swung the weapon in an upwards arc, slamming the head into ten, twenty, thirty, it might have even been fifty Tauran minions. The hammer resounded with a low, metallic ring as minions flipped into the air, others flying into the other ranks like shrapnel and sending them falling over.<br/><br/><em>WHAT IS GOING ON HERE!?</em>Bence mentally screamed.<br/><br/><strong><em>We’re in the middle of a battle Bence! You are the Red Ranger now.</em></strong><br/><br/><em>WHAT? WHY?</em><br/><br/>His Mobicyte was actually confused by his question and hesitated before he answered,<strong><em>Because if I didn’t make you the Red Ranger, then you would become a monster like the rest of the humans. We have to save this planet Bence or the Tauroas will conquer it like they did our world. They will take it, destroy the humans until they are all extinct, use up all of this planet’s resources, and blow it up when they’re done. Someone has to stop them Bence, and I chose you! My brethren have also made their choices. Your friends are your allies and my comrades! You’re not alone Bence. We’re all fighting together so fight! I can’t make you fight for long. You have to take control and when you do, you have to believe in everything I told you or you will fail!</em></strong><br/><br/>Bence gazed at the slew of minions rushing him, and how his Mobicyte was dispersing them with each swing of his hammer.<br/><br/><em>I’m…I’m just so scared. This has never happened to me before. Who would have expected this? This is just so random that I can’t wrap my mind about this all being real.</em><br/><br/><strong><em>Then don’t believe. Just do! Fight to stay alive that is all you need to understand! Fight Bence!</em></strong><br/><br/>His Mobicyte continued to chant<em>Fight Bence</em>over and over inside his skull until it made him forget his fears. No, he was fucking annoyed.<br/><br/>“All right, shut the fuck up already! I’ll fuckin’ fight!”<br/><br/><strong><em>Your power is Super Strength Bence. It is my strength. Use it to scatter their numbers!</em></strong><br/><br/>When his Mobicyte stopped taking control of his body, it felt as though someone had hit the play button. Bence felt the hammer in his hands as the world seemed to come rushing at him. He could hear his apprehensive breaths inside his helmet. There were so many symbols appearing all over the screen. It was like a video game, and going off of that knowledge, he assumed the circles were targeting his enemies. Effortlessly, he started swinging his great hammer, knocking rank after rank of enemies away in a massive circle and even smashing his fist against an unfortunate minion’s face. The strength behind his fist caused the minion’s head to instantly explode. Blood splattered onto Bence’s helm and suit, making him recoil in horror that his Mobicyte was forced to take him over again.<br/><br/><strong><em>Calm down Bence!</em></strong><br/><br/><em>I killed him! I fuckin’ killed him! Oh shit, oh shit, oh shit! FUCK!</em><br/><br/><strong><em>They’re not human Bence. I promise you! You have to keep fighting! I can’t keep going. Bence!</em></strong><br/><br/>When the Mobicyte was forced to relinquish control, what he hadn’t been expecting was for Bence to drop to his knees and bend over clutching his head. The Tauran minions immediately lunged at him and started pummeling him while he was down, clenching his eyes closed, shaking, and trying to forget what he had seen.<br/><br/><strong><em>The shield won’t last long! Bence fight!</em></strong>His Mobicyte realized that his words weren’t getting through to him and so he called to his comrades for help.<strong><em>I’m down! Bence is traumatized!</em></strong><br/><hr/><br/><strong>Player Goal:</strong>Suit up and prepare to fight! You also have a teammate who is down!<br/><br/><strong>GM Permissions:</strong>Your morpher can look, however. The watch they used to wear? Guess what? Secretly a morpher. The shoulder bag, necklace, earring, car key, etc. Whatever. An item that might not have been there before, your character could now take notice. You can also continue to take liberties fighting the minions; however, the Big Boss will be confronting the rangers on my next GM post. You were warned!<br/><br/><strong>Enemy Number(s):</strong>∞