Saturday, November 30, 2019

Art Post: Food Coma

So, you finally got the invite. The richest superhero in all the known world has invited a select few to his house for a big Thanksgiving celebration. You aren't even fazed by the fact that you show up in costume instead of the customary sweater like everyone else. This is the party of the season and you've missed it three years in a row. So, what do you do? You stuff yourself on turkey, cranberry sauce, sweet potatoes, and corn. Now you're in that ever dreaded turkey coma while football blares on the 100 inch super-screen television. I guess it's okay to snore, on tailored leather sofa. Just pray that no supervillian decides to interrupt the big game again this year.

Food Coma / Turkey Coma was one of three pieces I did for Thanksgiving this year. Actually, Nick asked me to do the art for Black Friday specials. I had to put a lot of thought into what I wanted the art to be. This is a superhero game, how do I work Thanksgiving and Black Friday into a superhero game? The first two cards were easier to come up with, the defense card wasn't easy. Then I thought of Thanksgiving and had the idea of someone stuffing themselves with food and then snoozing it off. Even heroes are susceptible to the ever-present turkey coma of the season. And, it would be a funny defense card. After I completed this, Nick found it hilarious and wanted to prioritize it. This gave us two cards for the holiday, one for the sale and one special one for the day itself. Gotta love free stuff!


About the art. As I said, the notion of a sleeping, stuffed superhero was the plan. But, did I want him to still be buff and muscly or not? Obviously I went away from the buff and muscly. This art was all about the humor. A plump guy snoozing on a couch gets the point across, but then put him in superhero tights, and it gets funnier. He has to look like he was trying to watch the game, but couldn't keep his eyes open, so slumped over was perfect. The couch is also overstuffed, which helps feed into the theme of the image and makes it look extra comfy. The most dangerous place after a big meal is a plush, comfy place to sit. The background was a conscious choice, I wanted the traditional energetic superhero background to add to the humor of the piece. Finally, colors were actually a big decision in this. I made him colorful, like a superhero with primary shades of blue and yellow, both energetic. The background is also a bright energetic color. All of this is off-set by the soft brown of the sofa, which is bringing the energy down.

I hope you enjoyed the art and the cards that came from it. Now...I think I'll go take a nap.


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Friday, November 29, 2019

Leagues Exclusive: An Interview with The Purple Onion


The Sentinel's new Current Affairs Desk brings you an exclusive on Heroes Rising's leagues, giving you an insight into their origins and current directions. 

First to be interviewed is a league that gained infamy for coming in last position in the inaugural League Wars that concluded not long ago.

Here are three representatives from The Purple Onion: Dick Fitzwell, Urania, and Wahay Gimble. 

1. Why is the league called The Purple Onion? What does it mean?

Dick: "I named it after myself. I'm their Head of Strategic Thinking."

Wahay: "What do you mean league? The guys were just hanging around doing nothing and it looked like fun so I just stuck about."

Urania: "Is that our league's name? That stupid Dick, Head of Strategic Thinking!"

2. What is your membership criteria?

Dick: "We have criteria?"

Wahay: "I've got a boyfriend, so my criterion is his member only."

Urania: "You have to be willing to be the butt of all jokes. I am from Uranus and I know what it's like."

3. Why on earth did you join the league wars? 

Dick: "Hoping there would be more lower divisions & be some sort of participation award."

Wahay: "You keep saying leagues, I don't get it. Hang on... League WARS? Was that all that shouting the other day? I was out on the fire escape having a smoke."

Urania: "We're nuts."

4. How does it feel coming in last position? 

Dick: "Dick Fitzwell is used to being at the bottom."

Wahay: "Last place, that's like saying I should be competing. I'm an individual and can't be judged by other people's standards. See this outfit, black, with black, lots of black makeup; I'm expressing my nihilistic individuality and you can't categorise me with anyone else."

Urania: "We're proud of it. Without us, someone else would have to come last."

5. What are your future plans?

Dick: "We may reach out to other leagues and teabag them for the next league war." (*Big grin*)

Wahay: "Future plans? Well Felix, that's my boyfriend, he said he'd be over later for Disney+ and stuff."

Urania: "We have two options. One: come in last again in the next league wars. Or two: come in last again."

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Thursday, November 28, 2019

Hail Heroes!

It's Turkey Time!

On this day of Thanks (Thursday, and on Friday too!), You can consume up to 8 of the Turkey Dinner items!

Anyone bold enough to conquer this herculean task will get a surprise, so you might want to forego the Spandex in favor of your 'stretchy' pants...

Good Luck, Hero...
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Tuesday, November 26, 2019

Free Prizes - Christmas Fiction Contest


Over the bleak, cold arctic north a large BADGE landing craft buzzed through the gray skies. Gliding next to it was the stone hero Gargoyle, keenly watching the white land below.
Nova sat in the command seat of this large craft while his trusty robots managed the controls. He touched a comm device attached to his ear, “Anything yet, Gar?”
Gar answered, “Just snow. I...WATCH OUT!”
The proximity alarm went off and the whole craft lurched to the side as something slammed into them. The whole craft spun out of control, the three robots on the bridge rolled about like toys in a storm while Nova kept his firm grip on the command chair.
Nova looked out the front windows as they fell out of the sky and slammed into the ground. Waves of white powder spewed from either side of the ship as they plowed across the frozen north. After the sliding came to a stop, Nova shoved the emergency exit open and jumped out.
Gar landed next to him, "Sir, look!"
A demon approached,“Ah, Director Nova. It’s been a while.”
“What is it this time, Krampus? You and I both know you’re unable to get into Santa’s palace.”
Krampus resembled a man with shaggy hair all over his body, long demonic horns on his head, a long tail, and goat-like legs. He smiled at Nova with those fangs of his, “True, I could never get into that place. But, things have changed.”
“What are you talking about?”
Krampus answers, “These Morphons are spectacular little blessings, now aren’t they? Some humans have been turned almost into gods with them, and some into demons...depends on what they do with them I suppose. I, already being nearly a god myself, found them to be most delightful.”
Nova growled, “What have you done?”
“What I was always meant to do, punish the nasty little brats of this world. And with Santa out of my way, I think I can do my job unhindered. I think I will go eat at least ten thousand children, for starters. I believe that should make up for the lost years with Santa holding me back. Then, who knows? Maybe I’ll eat a few thousand more, all before Christmas.”
“No, you can’t,” Nova exclaimed.
Krampus laughed, “Who will stop me? Without Santa’s cheer, and morphons surging through my body, I am invulnerable. Now, I think I’ll start with a nice aged appetizer.” He jumped at Nova but was blindsided by a full-body slam from Gar. Without a second thought, Gar punched the demon hard enough to send him sprawling ten feet backward across the snow.
“Stay away, monster,” Gar commanded.
Krampus sat there, wiping a trickle of blood from his nose. “You’re an interesting foe. I’ll enjoy playing with you when I’m done. But, alas, I have other plans.” He vanished in a black puff of smoke, leaving only a cackle in its wake.
Nova let out a furious scoff, “This is serious.”
"What was that thing?" Gar asked.
"A demon who dines on little children. Since you can fly, head back to BADGE HQ and alert the leagues that Krampus must be defeated. I’ll stay here and call on any heroes who can help me find Santa and set this all straight. GO!”
Gar took to the skies while Nova headed back into his wrecked ship. He activated his comm, “Nova to all heroes, I need anyone who can help me find Santa, this is a matter of planetary emergency.”



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Stats to be added later.

Heroes, it's your time to finish this story. The future of Christmas, not to mention thousands of kids lives, is at risk. You need to tell me the story of how your hero helps find Santa and frees him. Tell me what kind of devices and foes Krampus has used to imprison Santa. Or, is Santa under mind control by the villain? Has Krampus sent Santa to the moon or Planet X? It is up to you to tell the story. (Don't worry about fighting Krampus, just free Santa, Krampus will be dealt with in a special way in-game later.)







Here are the rules:

--This contest is a story prompt, I gave you the opening, you complete the story.

• Fiction must be between 400-1000 words, don’t worry if you are slightly over the word count, just don’t go too far. (This does not include the prompt word count.)

• Content must be PG13. No Erotica and nothing that is explicitly derogatory or inflammatory. Keep it fun for everyone.


- Judges have final authority over content, at their sole discretion.


Entering your story:
 All submissions should be posted as a top level post to the fan fiction forum. Include in the title of your post, “Christmas Contest Entry: (title of work)” Only posts with this as the title will be considered for the contest.

-- Fiction forum for posting is HERE

• The first line of the post should include “Contest Entry” and your in game player id (from your profile page)

• Post your story any time before the morning of December 13th. 


Prizes
All reasonably good stories will get copies of the power card “Good Job”.

The best stories will also get one, two, or three “Santa's Sleigh” featured cards.
“Good Job” can be used as a card, or resold for 10 MP each
“Santa's Sleigh” can be used as a card, or resold for 20 MP each.
Your stories will be featured on the front page of this site, and linked to from the homepage of Heroes Rising.
All prizes will go out near the end of December.
As always, all reasonable effort fiction posted in the forum is eligible for one “Reality Writer” card per week. These entries will ALSO receive the normal Reality Writer card.
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Monday, November 25, 2019

Incoming Message: Director Nova

Director Nova here. We have lost all contact with observation posts in the arctic north. Something has set our sensors off in a seriously bad way. Since most of the heroes on-call are currently with family during this time of the year, I am leaving BADGE HQ with Gargoyle to investigate the situation.

Stay alert to your communicators. I am not sure what we will find, I pray it is nothing more than solar flare interference.

That is all, Nova out...'



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From Dan

Something is coming. The prompt of a new fiction contest will land in a few days. Keep your eyes open and be ready to save the day.
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Sunday, November 24, 2019

Halloween Contest Entry - Compromising Situations


Thank you PhantomAmongPhantoms for entering the Halloween story contest. Here is their story...



PhantomAmongPhantoms, one time weapon of mass destruction sat in the centre of a scene of devastation... again.
His head throbbed, his eyes were stinging and there was the strong taste of what was probably disapointment in his mouth.
"Kick me out of the Tower you bastards!" He grumbled to himself. "I know Fallen said don't do it. Quark was all 'No Phantom we have rules'. Even sodding Hanzo said it was a bad idea, but did Rakly really have to react like that?"
He pushed through the debris, trying to find a can that wasn't empty.
"I'll show them. Can't just boot me out in the cold. I got stuff going for me ... like... like... loads of stuff!"
Slowly he clambered upright, picking through the refuse to the door. He flicked his wrist computer on. "I need somewhere to sleep, a new job, and a drink."
"There is a hotel ..."
"Priorities!" He stabbed at the buttons.
"There is a listing for ..."
"Do you listen?" More button mashing.
"Blue Oyster is approximately 6 minutes away"
Phantom thought briefly. Mack wasn't an Avenger, he wouldn't turn him away now.
"Take your next left ..."
"Shut up!"

"Mack, buddy, let me in!"
"We're shut!"
"I just want a drink."
"Still shut!"
"C'mon just a quick stiff one"
"I'm off the clock!"

Phantom glared at the now firmly closed window, then down at his wrist computer.
A red light glickered on it that he hadnt noticed before.
"What's that mean?"
"Badge distress signal" the processed voice responded.
"Play it"
Hisses of static, alarm sirens, a loud thump reminiscent of an old man falling down ... then a further crackling static.
"Play it so I can hear it! "
"Re-analysing and enhancing ..." static ...siren ... thump ... "who can ... compromise ... help"
"That Nova's a dick"

Despite his misgivings Phantom was in a bit of a quandary, BADGE hadn't really helped him, but then the Avengers had decided he wasn't going to be helping them.
Two birds one stone ... or something about gift horses looking in bushes. Whatever ... it couldn't hurt.

"Call Mack" he requested clearly.
"Calling Mack"
"Just do it!"
"Do what?"
"Mack, buddy ..."
"Still shut Phantom!"
"I need to do some compromising"
"Three things ... one, it's too late for this crap. Two, it's generally compromising situations at the Oyster, which leads to three WE ARE SHUT!"
"Couldn't you make an exception?"
"Look you know there's not much I won't do for cold hard cash, but I have a few principals."
"Well how about you give me a clue and I tip you next time I'm in."
"Compromising isn't always a situation ... click"
Mack could be a deceptively cryptic guy for someone who generally left it all in show.

"Call Smith, Shinkler, Smith, Ramirez, Smith, Deloitte and Smith"
If anyone knew about compromise it would be a lawyer.
"Mr AmongPhantoms how can we help?
"I need to do something compromising"
"We would advise that you tell us no more details as we will mot be able to represent you if we are complicit."
"Can't you give me an idea?"
"Say nothing until you are asked if you want legal representation, then call us .... click"

This wasn't going great.-

"Message from Seraphim Angels"
"What?"
"You have a message from Seraphim Angels"
"Who?"
"Seraphim Angels are a ..."
"What do they want?"
"It appears to be an invitation."
"They invited me!?!"
"It would appear so. How would you like to respond?"
"Reply ... erm ... ok ... don't send that but ... start with 'thanks for the invite, I'm not busy right now, if you're inviting me I'd be happy to accept. Please be aware that if there is a party, alcohol, women, good with a humorous name or shape, alcohol, hot tubs or alcohol I may put myself in a compromising situation."
Phantoms wrist computer read the message back, he considered it briefly. "Send that!" There's a good chance I can do that compromising Nova wants so much, he was quietly confident.

Not much happened, genuinely, a quiet couple of weeks dragged by. Phantom stayed quiet, no parties or booze were thrown at him, not even a whiff of women, or hot tubs. Equally importantly no further garbled messages from Nova.

But that wasn't helping Phantom, he was getting antsy.

"Any news?" He asked his wrist computer. "But not about Brexit!"
"Message from Hanzo"
"YES! What's that crazy want?"
"Message reads 'party needs DJ free beer will be women and if clean in time hot tub."
"Reply ... you had me at Party!"
Phantom relaxed ... if I haven't compromised anyone by now I will then, that will shut Nova up.
"Message Island"
"Message contents?"
"You going to Hanzo's party? Want to share an uber with Mack? Promise that we'll all get in compromising situations and all get clean away with minimal reprisals."
"Message sent."
Best go get a shower, figure out some tunes and grab a case or six.
"Message from Island"
"Yeah?"
"Missed you Phantom. Been up to mischief?"
"Message Island ... Me? Never gonna change, I don't do compromise, don't haggle, won't settle for anything less than the best, accept no substitutions, can't take second best. Tell Mack to call me with a pick up time."

"What about Nova?" His wrist computer piped up.
"Meh .... he's a dick!"

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Saturday, November 23, 2019

Halloween contest entry:The Haunting of Shady Manor


Thank you Fuma Hanzo for entering the Halloween fiction contest: Here is their story...


(Story prompt by Dan Peyton)
The elevator doors slid open and Director Nova stepped out into BADGE HQ. He hated that two mile ride down, but this was the most secure location on Earth. The headquarters of the most advanced base on the planet were surprisingly vacant, but this was normal. Most of the work conducted here was done by robots along with the most sophisticated AI system in the world.

After a short walk down the corridor, Nova came into a large room filled with computer consoles and a massive set of screens. Two robots worked at the consoles as the only crew today.

“Let’s check in on the teams.” He stated. “Call up the world maps, I want to see where these leagues are?”

“Understood Director.” The computer answered and the screens filled with maps of the world. Each map had the location of the various teams of superheroes that worked for BADGE. They organized themselves into leagues so they could fight crime locally as well as more easily respond to a call for international emergencies.

“Unit 10915, contact the leagues around the Detroit area. I want to know why the crime rate there has doubled this week.” The robot at the computer stopped moving and nothing happened, “10915 respond.” Nova approached the rigid robot.

Before he could find out what was wrong both robots stood up and started dancing around, their bodies acting like puppets on strings.

“What the hell is going on?” Nova struck a fighting stance.

Just then the computer monitors buzzed and the lights flickered. The screens began to run through map after map, and then it all became fuzz. The two dancing robots flung themselves at Nova. He was pummeled to the ground, pinned down. He shoved on them, unhurt but furious. “GET OFF OF ME!”


One turned it’s head all the way around and then cackled at him. In a high, cracking voice it screeched, “Having fun yet?” and then laughed.

Nova finally shoved them off of him and backed away, “Okay, that’s creepy.”

A green energy streamed out of the robots and formed a sinister looking Jack-o-lantern in the air. It laughed in that same horrible voice and then flew around the room, passing in and out of the computers like they weren’t there. When it went through something, the already crazy machine went even more haywire. Computers exploded, the lights shut down, and the fuzz on the main screens became the only light in the room.

Nova pulled out a communicator and pressed a switch, “Nova to...” suddenly that Jack-o-lantern flew right into his body and he felt it filling him. He lost control of his left arm, his head twitched erratically, and his mind was slowly fading as if he were falling asleep. It didn’t take much to realize this creature was taking over his body. He managed to hold that communicator up, “To...any...heroes who can hear...me. BADGE has been compromised….help...”



(Continuation by Fuma Hanzo)
Upon hearing the distress call sent out by Agent Nova, Super Rakly was quick to the scene, but not quick enough. Agent Nova and his mysterious attacker were gone. The Fallen, Strange Quark, Heretic, and Fiero were soon behind. The remaining Avengers were missing as they were away on a secret mission. They searched the premises for clues but found only a sticky, black residue on the ground where they had determined Agent Nova had fallen as he sent his message. Super Rakly scanned the residue with the analysis tech in his visor.

"It seems to be some sort of ectoplasm" he informed the others.

"Ectoplasm?" replied Heretic. "You mean he was kidnapped by Slimer from Ghost Busters?"

"I don't think so, Heretic." answered Strange Quark. "Now that Rakly mentioned it, it does appear our perpetrator teleported to an alternate dimension that parallels our own. I can see his trail, now that I know what to look for."

"Well what are we waiting for?" asked Fallen. "Let's follow it and smash this guy!"

"It's not that easy." Quark replied. "We can follow it in our world but, being in another dimension, we likely wouldn't find him in our own once we get to wherever he may have gone. Once we find his location, we'll have to find a way to transport ourselves to whatever dimension he's in. I could do that, but calculating exactly which dimension he's in will be nigh impossible. Furthermore, if he continues to to hop from one dimension to another, we could lose the trail altogether."

"We'll cross that bridge when we get there." answered Rakly. "For now, let's follow the trail as best we can before it goes cold."

The group followed the trail as best as Quark could manage to detect it, until they came across an ancient ruin guarded by a giant serpent.



"I hate serpents!" snarled Fiero, as she blasted it with Hellfire.

The dragon screamed and slunk away into the ruins before she could finish it off.

"I guess we go inside?" Rakly asked Quark.

"I don't know." Quark replied. "The trail ends here. Give me a minute to shift through the closest parallel dimensions to see if I can pick it up again."



"I've found his trail again though." Quark said. "But you're not going to like it."

"Why not?" demanded Heretic.

"The trail continues on a Hell dimension." answered Quark. "Fiero, we're going to need you to barter safe passage for us."

"Safe passage?" mocked Heretic. "Those demons are gonna need safe passage from me!"

"You don't understand, Heretic." said Fiero. "Only an Angel or demon can open a portal to Hell. Anyone else, and the energies required will tear them apart. I'll do it."

Fiero called upon her mystic powers to open a portal large enough for the group to get through. The strain was unbearable to her and she screamed,

"GO! GO NOW! I CAN'T HOLD IT LONG!"



The rest of the Avengers heeded her warning and rushed through the portal, leaving her behind as her strength gave way and the portal collapsed.

They had barely started their journey, and already they were down one member. They looked around to discover their surroundings were very similar to those they had left, the building ahead of them reflected the one they had come across in their own dimension, but everywhere there was fire and brimstone and the dragon Fiero had defeated had returned, his wounds healed as if the battle it had just endured had never happened.

Fallen looked grimly at the others and said, "Welcome to Hell....."



The Avengers wasted no time, simultaneously striking the beast with all they had. When the dust cleared, nothing of the serpent remained buy a black cloud of smoke.

"Well, that wasn't so hard." smirked Heretic. "I was expecting it to be tougher in its own environment."

The group entered the blazing ruins where they were greeted by a decrepit old demon.



Heretic raised his fists, ready to pummel this new threat to the ground, but the guardian simply stepped aside and let them pass. Heretic continued to look over his shoulder at the crone, unwilling to trust that he would just simply let them pass without some kind of trick or deception.

"That was a little too easy, Rakly." he said.

"I know." Rakly replied. "Keep your guard up. Be ready for anything."

The group continued on through the crypt like ruins, following the trail only Quark could see. Screams of the tortured sounded out all around them, though they could see no one. On and on they pressed until they came to an old throne room. Cobwebs covered everything as they carefully looked around. By chance, Fallen looked up, barely in time, to see the gargantuan spider crawling towards them up on the ceiling.



It was the size of a small car and moving fast. But Fallen was faster. Using it's own webs as a net, Fallen trapped the beast in the sticky, silky threads. As it tried to wriggle free, Rakly blasted the monster with his photon beams. With a hiss and a loud crackling sound, the beast expired.

Suddenly, a cackling scream affronted them. They looked up in time to see a pumpkin headed apparition lunging towards them from the throne.



Caught offguard, they were unable to stop the creature before it closed the distance and........ passed right through them......

Heretic screamed. "AHHHHHH!" before realizing the entity had simply vanished. "Is it inside of me? It's inside of me, isn't it?"

Heretic patted himself down praying his fears weren't happening.

"Do you see it?" he asked. "Is it inside me? Tell me it isn't inside me!"

"Calm down, Heretic." Rakly asserted. "My scans of us show nothing abnormal. It must have been an illusion or something."

As Rakly had been scanning the group, Quark had made his way to the empty throne.

"The trail ends here" he said abruptly. "It seems our perp teleported back to our own dimension again from this spot."

"So, now we have to go back to Earth?" questioned Heretic. "Great. And us with no Fiero to open a portal out of here."

"Fiero isn't our only Angelic being." Fallen replied. "I guess you never wondered why a speedster took the name Fallen."

"I thought it was cuz you tripped a lot." answered Heretic.

Fallen gave him a snide eye before calling upon his Angelic powers to once again open a portal from Hell to their own world, stepping through ahead of the other Avengers as he held it open. As the others finished crossing, he released his hold on it and it slammed shut.

Before them was another throne, unlike the one they had just left. This one was made of swords, and in it sat another of the pumpkin apparitions. Only this one was armed and armored to the teeth, and very, very real.



"Welcome, brave travelers!" the creature said to them. "I am Halloween Hanzo, the Samhain Superhero!"

"Heretic looked at the other Avengers before saying, "Waitaminute! Did he say Hanzo?"

The others looked around and realized they were in some sort of nightclub. They noticed Phantom of Phantoms was at the DJ booth, as eerie music started to play.

"And is that Thriller I hear?" he asked.

Hanzo took off his mask and smiled at his friends. "Welcome to my Halloween party, guys! Sorry about the elaborate hoax, but I figured an emergency like Agent Nova going missing was the only way I could get you guys to take a break from saving the world for once and take some time to simply enjoy yourselves." he said as the remaining Avengers that had been on a secret mission and Agent Nova joined him and took their positions for the popular 80's line dance.

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Incoming Message from Director Nova

Heroes, I understand that Thanksgiving is coming up soon and many of you are taking time off to see your families...or get really drunk for a week in at one heroes case...but we need to stay vigilant. I have been in contact with operatives at the North Pole Observation Station and alarming warnings have been creeping up. We have not confirmed an immediate situation yet, but there could be issues. I have sent one of my android workers to check on the situation, when it gets back I will be in touch. We all hope, for the sake of the holiday season, that this means nothing. However, if you can maintain a level of preparedness, that would be wise.

Wait, hold on, I am getting a message from Unit 10915...what? Okay, that is a bad sign. Try to keep up with them. Okay, heroes, it looks like we've spotted three reindeer flying rogue across the arctic skies. This is going to escalate quickly. Stay alert.

Nova out...


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Yes, Heroes Rising players, something could be coming very soon. Your heroes will be needed for several events. One of which will be a fiction contest. Get yourselves ready for this, the announcement of the theme and rules will happen sooner than you think.


-Gar (Aka Dan Peyton)


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Friday, November 22, 2019

Editorial: FJ's Snack Bar

By Chih Chan (aka Strange Quark)


Those of you who have been playing Heroes Rising since its testing phase (pre-live) are probably familiar with Final Judgement's Snack Bar.

But if you are thinking this is where you go for coffee and a sandwich or maybe even a beer and nibbles, you will be surprised to learn that the Snack Bar doesn't serve food, although it does provide many useful tidbits of cool functionalities as add-ons to the interface of the game.

It is, in fact, a Chrome extension which is like an added layer that modifies the end-user's interface of Heroes Rising on a browser, allowing players to perform useful tasks like search opponents, jump levels in the battle arena, bulk sell (or block from selling) powers, customize backgrounds and avatars, and so on.

It's important to note that FJ is *not* one of the developers of Heroes Rising, nor does he profit from providing this nifty tool. He provides this tool for his fellow heroes as a labour of love.

The Snack Bar is available for desktop users on Chrome, although mobile phone users on Android can access it with a browser called Yandex, which is downloadable from GooglePlay Store.

To access the latest version of the Snack Bar, go to
https://chrome.google.com/webstore/detail/fjs-snack-bar/ljcaddakaejicdjcgicdkkokidnkhchn?hl=en-US



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Editorial: Review of Mind Bender Ring

By Jeremy McGee (aka The Fallen)

In loving memory of the Mind Bender Ring whose power class went from Legendary to Common too soon.

Name:  Mind Bender
Type:   Mental 
Cost: 230 Morphons
Gear Slot: Ring 
Power Class: Common
Level Requirement : Min. 16

Was once the legendary ring of choice as no other gear offered such rewarding outcomes in battle. Lower stat opponents would have an opportunity to equip multiple slots with this ring and with one lucky roll win a battle against a higher level opponent with twice their stats as the damage from the rings stacked and multiplied resulting in a 1000+ kill hit more often then not finishing the opponent with just one or two hits .

Sadly they were nerfed and damage no longer stacks across mods so it's 3x ,2x,1.8x, or 1.5x but never again all at once allowing for that one hit kill as so many loved to see.   Perhaps with the introduction of raids this ring will once again be a viable solution to help defeat the raid bosses and prove useful once more.

Most players have turned away from using even one with their builds but the memories shall live on and stories told when David could beat Goliath thanks to the Mind Bender.

Note: Power class has been dropped from Legendary to Common do to the battle mechanic changes in the game on October 2nd 2019 that no longer allows the X damage mods to stack and multiply.

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Thursday, November 21, 2019

Editorial: Morphon Particles For Contributions


By John Schoenfeld (AKA The Closer) Of 5th Precinct

Heroes Rising does something for players, that I don’t recall ever having seen done on this level.

In Heroes Rising, for now at least, you can earn the best form of in-game currency, (Morphon Particles) without buying a product from the game, or an outside source, without downloading some adware, or even filling out a survey.

Nick Shapiro, the creator of Heroes Rising, rewards players for content created for the game, and/or participating in community activities. Check Out The Players Facebook Group

Editorials like this one, once approved, pay players in power cards that can be used in game, or sold for Morphon Particles! Any editorial must be posted in the Heroes Rising Sentinel group.
You can add to your Hero or villain’s story in the Fiction Forums for a card, that’s easy MP’s! We also have an occasional writing contest with even better rewards.

Some players have been paid in mp’s for creating avatar items! 
This week in the group we had a coloring event! That’s right, I said coloring! 
For these reasons and more, getting involved in the community is its own reward!

Hoping to see you in and around the game, this has been The Closer, of 5th Precinct Leagues, and one of the editors of the Heroes Rising Sentinel.
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Hero Hotline- Ask Auntie Acid

 by Krystal Fae (Acidburn)


Those of you who played SHC may remember with fondness the on-going forum feature "Ask Auntie Pink".

While I am no 'Post-modern Pugilist', I can make snarky comments and try to be funny as a 'pseudo' journalistic 'Agony Aunt'.

Place your problems, questions, and comments in this space HERE and I'll get to them when I'm able... (generally when I'm bored and waiting for fights/energy to recharge)

Stay in character (more fun that way) and please remember that children/teens may be on here, so keep it PG-13, kids...


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Hero Highlights - Fleagle


by Krystal Fae (aka Acidburn) I have the pleasure today of speaking with a member of a truly select group. They were highly decorated in the recent League Wars that we all enjoyed viewing. K: Can you tell us your name, or would you prefer your Hero designation/code name? F: grrr woof woof....*cough*... sorry. I was born Jim Sadler, But I go
by the designation of Fleagle nowadays.
K: Are you working thru B.A.D.G.E. or are you independent? F: Currently I work for the U.S Government at Area 51, though we do work closely with B.A.D.G.E. Where do think all the tech came from?
K: Are you currently in a League, and if so, would you care to tell us about it?
F: As mentioned, I work at Area 5¹... We are essentially Earth’s last line of defense against an alien threat. We also destroyed division 3 of LW1 in the BADGE training event.
K: Can you tell us a little about your powers? Are all of your powers Morphon based?
F: I'm far from being fully morphon powered. I'd guess I'm around 30% at the moment... most of my Power comes from my two souls, my original Human one and my Dog one.
K: Do you have a sidekick?
F: I am both a hero and my own sidekick.


K: Could you tell us a little about your origin?
F: When my dog, Bashment, passed away a year ago, his soul melded with my own and I became Fleagle, half-man, half-dog... sounds great, huh... try walking yourself every day.
K: What is your favorite piece of gear? Why?
F: I guess my Cybernetic Knuckles are my favorite. 20 stun, 20% strike, 20 resist element and extremely limited edition (LW winners only)
K: Do you have any advice for new Heroes? F: Get a selection of cores to cover all your bases... the resist X core bonus is invaluable.
K: Is there anything else you'd care to add?
F: I'd just like to apologize to everyone at HQ...
I got over-excited and started weeing on a plant when everyone started shouting and chasing me I just started running around. I thought it was a game, HQ was a mess, there was wee everywhere. So sorry everyone, especially you, Nova
K: Thank you for answering my questions, and congratulations on winning your division in League Wars.
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Tuesday, November 19, 2019

Editorial: Leagues In Heroes Rising


A Contribution By John Schoenfeld  (aka "The Closer") Of The 5th Precinct Leagues

Heroes Rising Is a social game. We need gifts for fights and energy, so we need to be introduced to other players. We have league based events, like League Wars, for added entertainment. The rewards for participating in these events also increase our power in game. The subject of league selection will be important to most very early on.

League selection will probably be a deciding factor in if you play the game actively or not. It can be a large part of the reward for the effort you put in.
When you first join the game and click the “league” tab, you’ll find a mostly blank screen that suggests you either create a league immediately, or find one seeking members. Then it posts a link to the players Facebook group, so you can find the community.

You’ve now been given 3 options to approaching league selection.

1. Creation. You create a league, with a theme that compliments your play style, and hopefully attracts other players. You can also invite other players manually from their profile pages. We generally find other players within the game on the fighting screens under the “battle” tab, battle, vengeance, king of the mountain, and fight club. Or on our friends list, once we start adding other players.

2. Join A League. You can message the leader of an existing league and request to join. You may find those leagues within the battle screens mentioned above. You might choose a league for many reasons, perhaps they seem powerful within the game, or they have an exciting or humorous theme that appeals to you.




Within the community there are leagues with traditions you may become familiar with as you play. Some may seem strange. There are of course heroes, and villains, pirates, and clowns, leagues that represent the law, and mythological beings, even penguins (I can’t explain everything). It may be, that you can’t select a league that does justice to your character, until you are very sure who they are within the game. This sort of leads us to option 3…

3. Join the Community. You can just dive into the player pages, posts, and discussions. Find out who they are, and what they represent. Before long you’ll have an idea who’ll be a good fit. Also very common, is the “Looking for a league” post. That certainly attracts some attention. The community is very welcoming to new players.

I hope this helps. We look forward to seeing you in Heroes Rising!

The Closer.
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Editorial: Review of Tech Cores


Posted by Timebender 

Core Review Part #6: Tech Cores

Tech cores start with the basic function of all cores, giving you resistance to two other core types and a damage bonus for tech items equipped.

In addition, they give you a good level of Life bonus, just below the level of the Physical cores, and a bonus to doing a damage multiplier as well.

This means they help with both offense and defense, which is pretty useful.

Now there is a Non-core morphon item that resists Tech damage, and at least three crystal items that do. When it comes to attacking, there is a fair chance an enemy will have some defense. Still, Tech is probably the way to go if you are attacking someone with an Elemental core.

Personally, I rate Tech as below Elemental or Magic on defense and below Supernatural when attacking, but not bad overall.

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Monday, November 18, 2019

Incoming Message from Director Nova

Greetings heroes, Director Nova here. It has been a busy time cleaning up after the mess caused by
that Halloween...thing. I have heard reports from the various heroes who helped save me, most of their stories don't make much sense to me. However, I am thankful that is over. I didn't get much time to investigate the situation due to the League Wars. Everyone performed well and I look forward to next League War. I cannot say at this moment when that will be, our technicians...and janitors....are still dealing with the aftermath of that event. But, kudos to everyone.

I do want to congratulate everyone for stepping in when that strange cat monster attacked. You joined together and defeated it, BADGE and the world thanks you. However, I am afraid that this is only the precursor to a new type of enemy we will be facing periodically, so be ready for when it comes.

Thanksgiving is around the corner and soon we will be facing Christmas. Some of the heroes who have worked for BADGE understand what this means, for those who do not, you will be informed. Let's just say that we have a big responsibility this time of the year and I will need all of your help. However, due to the nature of this service BADGE offers, I will keep this top secret until the need arises for new heroes to be called in.

Good b....Wait, I have a message being handed to me from Unit 10915...let's see. Oh, okay. Good heavens, do we have go through this every time...Would the prankster who stole all the jockstraps from the League Wars locker rooms return them. Also, someone left their interdimensional portal open in the docking bay of the stadium, it has sucked in three workers. And, finally, they need someone with class 9 strength or higher to help scoop a giant pile of kitty litter in the desert. That is all.

Good bye and good luck.
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Dan Peyton here: The Director almost spilled the news about what will constitute the next fiction contest. I won't divulge too many details now, only that it will have to do with Christmas. Until then, get your pens and typing fingers ready.

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Saturday, November 16, 2019

Art time with free prizes!

Heroes, time to get out those paint brushes...or crayons depending on your choice of weapons...and have some fun while earning a free power card worth 10mp.

As you may or may not know, I am one of the artists who contributes to this game. When I do a painting for a card I always start with a base sketch and then paint over that. Here are the bases for some of the power cards in the game. You will notice that most of these have not been released yet, so you are getting a preview of what is to come. I have already completed each of these as paintings.

Here’s the task. Download and/or print off one or more of these. Color the picture in however you want. If you would like to go further and add a background and/or other elements, that’s up to you. You can use anything from Photoshop to Microsoft Paint. You can use oil paints, markers, or colored pencils.There is no wrong way to do this. There is only one rule I will enforce, the art must be PG13 or better, nothing R or above. Keep it clean and fun. Each player who posts a colored picture will receive a free power card, so make sure to post your player id# with your entry. You can earn up to three power cards.There will be no winners or losers, just a participation prize for all.

If you want to participate, then head to the Facebook page HERE and get started.

The images here are only some of the possible choices. Larger versions of all of the sketches can be found on the facebook post in the link above.

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Halloween Contest Story: Punkin Heads


Thank you ToGood for entering the Halloween Fiction Contest. Here is their story: 


(Story prompt by Dan Peyton)
The elevator doors slid open and Director Nova stepped out into BADGE HQ. He hated that two mile ride down, but this was the most secure location on Earth. The headquarters of the most advanced base on the planet were surprisingly vacant, but this was normal. Most of the work conducted here was done by robots along with the most sophisticated AI system in the world.

After a short walk down the corridor, Nova came into a large room filled with computer consoles and a massive set of screens. Two robots worked at the consoles as the only crew today.

“Let’s check in on the teams.” He stated. “Call up the world maps, I want to see where these leagues are?”

“Understood Director.” The computer answered and the screens filled with maps of the world. Each map had the location of the various teams of superheroes that worked for BADGE. They organized themselves into leagues so they could fight crime locally as well as more easily respond to a call for international emergencies.

“Unit 10915, contact the leagues around the Detroit area. I want to know why the crime rate there has doubled this week.” The robot at the computer stopped moving and nothing happened, “10915 respond.” Nova approached the rigid robot.

Before he could find out what was wrong both robots stood up and started dancing around, their bodies acting like puppets on strings.

“What the hell is going on?” Nova struck a fighting stance.

Just then the computer monitors buzzed and the lights flickered. The screens began to run through map after map, and then it all became fuzz. The two dancing robots flung themselves at Nova. He was pummeled to the ground, pinned down. He shoved on them, unhurt but furious. “GET OFF OF ME!”


One turned it’s head all the way around and then cackled at him. In a high, cracking voice it screeched, “Having fun yet?” and then laughed.

Nova finally shoved them off of him and backed away, “Okay, that’s creepy.”

A green energy streamed out of the robots and formed a sinister looking Jack-o-lantern in the air. It laughed in that same horrible voice and then flew around the room, passing in and out of the computers like they weren’t there. When it went through something, the already crazy machine went even more haywire. Computers exploded, the lights shut down, and the fuzz on the main screens became the only light in the room.

Nova pulled out a communicator and pressed a switch, “Nova to...” suddenly that Jack-o-lantern flew right into his body and he felt it filling him. He lost control of his left arm, his head twitched erratically, and his mind was slowly fading as if he were falling asleep. It didn’t take much to realize this creature was taking over his body. He managed to hold that communicator up, “To...any...heroes who can hear...me. BADGE has been compromised….help...”



(Continuation by Togood)
It’s that time of the year. The time when the days cool down and the nights get colder, hot chocolate is the drink to warm up with. The leaves of trees are turning all shades of red and orange, a wonderful sight to behold and even a better sight if you live at the Appalachians Mountains Range BADGE facility, where the guys have been training me.

It’s also the time of the year to celebrate Halloween, dress up in fun costumes, to tell ghost stories, party and pull the occasional prank or two for fun. We all got the week off from training to celebrate Halloween and we’re gonna make it count. We all got together with some of the Colony crew for a weekend Halloween party. There is no telling what kind of mischief we’re gonna wonder into but it sure to be fun.
We were having a great time at the party. Everyone is dressed in their favorite costumes.

Knight was doing the DJ thing, playing tunes like ‘The Monster Mash’ while Biggus Dickus was over at the dance floor twerking around the stripper pole for Funsize bars. Super Rakly and friends were bobbing for Hater-aids while Inferno was magically making them disappear. Drift was judging the contest for best costume. Cap dressed as that Avenger guy with the shield, some of those Colony guys were dressed as buff penguins and I looked like a mean version of Big Bird but some chic with whips took the prize for first place.

Everyone was getting hungry so Inferno made a bonfire outside and we all gathered around to roast our weenies and warm our buns while taking turns telling ghost stories. Anomaly was telling a good one about ‘The Chef’, the programmer that was killed when his AI system, SkyWeb, went all apocalyptic. The story was just getting good when everyone’s BADGE communicator beacons rang out a distress signal from Director Nova. “BADGE HQ…has …been …compromised…help!” Everything stopped and we look at each other as if this might be a Halloween prank but Nova has never been the prankster type according to Gargoyle. Gargoyle suggests we all get to BADGE HQ and check around.

Zen said, “Looks like the party’s over gang, everyone get your gear ready, we’re gonna go check HQ and save the director.” Drift yelled at me, “Donald get it together, you’re coming too. You’re gonna get some on the job training, you’ll do fine. You have been progressing nicely; just remember what you’ve learned so far.” All of the magicians at the party started reciting transport spells and suddenly we were all at BADGE HQ, the alarms were blasting an irritating noise. Rakly used the wrist gadget he made, hit a few buttons and the alarms stopped. It was quietly creepy.

We all split into teams and each team leader decided it would be best to Split into groups of three to cover more ground while doing recon in different parts of the complex. Everyone watch your back and be ready for anything commanded one of the other team leaders. We all spit up and went in to find Nova.
Myself, Drift and Knight, team 3, went down the left corridor leading to the control room were Nova’s tracking beacon lead us. HQ was in shambles. Only emergency lights flashed in the darkened smoke filled hallways. There were small electrical fires everywhere and all the computer terminals were on fire and would emit arches of lightning strong enough to melt metal and hot enough to fry non-metas.

We could hear demented laughter and screams coming from the other corridors. Our communicators blasted a warning. TEAM TWO DOWN! TEAM FOUR DOWN! Rakly and his tech teams were short circuited and incapacitated and out of this mission. The last transmission from Rakly was, “It was Director Nova and he’s got a.” The communicators went silent and the message incomplete. “That don’t sound good”, I said. Drift and Knight agreed. We continued on to the control room with caution.

We made it thru the dark corridor and met up with teams one and five and we all stood across from each other at the entrances to the control room. “Do you all see anything on your side? Our view is blocked over here on this side,” exclaimed Knight. Team one, Whips, Evo and Zen hollered out, “We can’t see anything either.” Team five spoke out, “We got eyes on Nova. He looks unconscious, lying out on the floor.” At that moment, our communicators sparked and caught fire. We all threw them down immediately. Someone yelled, “Be on your toes. It’s about to hit the fan.”

Nova was surrounded by a green glowing smoky fog as he slowly raised off the floor and then we all saw that bulbous orange transparent pumpkin head surrounding the head of Director Nova. Nova had been possessed by something and was controlling the Director and whatever it was, was not benevolent.

The entity that had taken over Nova’s body had great power as well as those that Nova wielded and fired two ectoplasmic bolts of energy in my direction. I quickly ducked and only got light singe on a few feathers but Knight took a direct hit and Drift was hit pretty well also. I got them to safety while the entity was busy attacking the other two teams. Drift said that they would be okay, to get back in there and assist the others and remember our elemental training.

I got back to the action. The other teams were dodging almost everything thrown by the entity. I charged straight into the back of Nova and the entity that controlled him while its attention was on the others. Nova’s body was flung into the wall and was not moving. I hope I didn’t hurt Nova, I thought to myself. While the entity was down we had a little time to make a plan.

I got an idea I said. Listen up, We got to separate Nova from the entity without hurting Nova. This is what I need ya’ll to do. The plan was agreed to and set in motion. The entity started to stir.

As the entity that possessed Nova began to arise, our Supernatural specialist, Biggus, threw a canister on the floor in front of Nova and then used his power over the supernatural to hold them immobile. It was a struggle to hold them both. Evo and Zen each grabbed an arm and Whips used her whips to wrap the legs of Nova together. This gave me the time I needed to separate the ghostly elements from Nova’s body like Drift taught me. I separated the ectoplasmic mass from the flesh of Nova’s body and Evo froze the mass mid air and Biggus forced the frozen entity into the containment canister. Nova’s body collapsed from the exhaustion of being possessed but he was okay. Whips began to heal Nova’s and the other wounded. We could hear a shrilling voice coming from the canister. “I want out of here!”

We look over at Biggus; his eyes were glowing golden yellow and we asked, “Can this thing get out?” He replied, “Only if I allow it.”

The voice again cried out from the canister, “I want out of here! Let me out! Please let me out, I’ll behave. I promise. I was just having a little fun. ”

Who are you? Biggus demanded to know, “Tell me now or you will never be released from this new prison I have put you in!”

The sound of crazed laughing came from within the canister along with a reply. “I am Jack, a spirit of Halloween, ‘a Trickster and a Treater’. I haven’t had this much fun in years. Release me and be rewarded.”
I was like, "Yeah right, we let you go and you will wreak more havoc.” More laughter came from the canister. Jack replied, “I understand, you don’t trust me. I’ll have to let myself out then. Biggus is strong but not strong enough to hold me long.” The Trickster spirit flowed through the canister and rematerialized into a talking Jack-O-Lantern surrounded by a green glowing smoky fog.

Jack said, “I’m a trickster of my word. You bested me and that deserves a reward. I grant teams one, three and five an increase in your own powers and gift you one of mine. You now possess the power of illusion and trickery. Use it well, its time for me to leave.”

As the green glowing trickster Jack-O-Lantern started to fade into nothingness, Jack’s disembodied voice spoke out to Nova and asked, “Same time next year?” Nova watching the faces of everyone and laughing out loud replied, “You bet, this illusion prank never gets old and the kids got some training and added powers at the same time. It was as much fun for me as it was for you.”

We all looked at each other, with are jaws dropped, then looked at Nova, then back at each other, and back at Nova all confused. Drift was like, “Did that old geezer just pwn us and train us at the same time?”
Nova, laughing uncontrollably now, rolling on the floor replied, “Bwahahaahahaha, yep, you just got pwned, Happy Halloween suckers! Now let’s get back to that party.” We all started laughing out loud as Nova snapped his fingers and transported us all back to our party. Once back, all we could say was, “Good one.”

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