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Player: @Bluhman
This is p̨̤̟͚͕̰̠̉̀e͚̰̻̼̹̼̹̎ͦ͗ṟ̘̳ͫ́f̵̯̞͉͕͌̑̅͐̄͗ͯḛ͊̈̄̋̚͞c̪͖̰̤̻̐͊t̖l̳y̦͓͉̼ͥͧ̊͊̚ f̶̈̉̐ͭ͢҉͉̮͕̰̤̜̙̫̜͔͉̬̟̣̩̞̞͎̬i̢̜̻̬͖͔̱̹̲̓ͥͬ͌̓̃͌ͤ̂̌̇̊́̾̇́ͯ̚̕͟ņ̸̫̱̺͕͙͍̝͇̹ͮ̒͛̓͑ͧ͒ͤ̌ͣ͊ͤ̉̃̔ͤͥͫȩ̷̲̙̦̳̠̣̝̱̤̳̱͉̖͍͍̯͉̻̥̓͊ͨ̆͗̋ͧͪ͆͛̏͐ͣͣͤ͡.
Character Build
Class Focus:	Controller/Tank (PRE/Sentry/Protector)
Power Level:	40
Research & Development:	n̞̗o̩̝͓
Biographical Data
Real Name:	Nick Pollock
Known Aliases:	W̮̬̩H͏̳͉̬̬͍y̸̪̙ ̠̜͓ẃ̘ͅロ͙͉̝̝̫ư̫̣̟l̢͕̖̳͎d͍̜̻̩̗̼ ͓͔̹͎̼̬y̡̘̖͙̣͇o̩͚̖̖̭u̥͕͓͜ ̮̰̗̪a͉s͓̠̕k̖͚͉ ҉͎̻s͍͈̮̮̬̹u̫͈̠͠c̡̤̗̳̠h͉̞̝̼̘ ̜̠̫͎̹̱͜ą͎̝͇̼̺͔ ̙͉͇̭̦̫̫͞s̘͢⒯̥͇̣̖̰ͅup҉̤̰͖i̡̹ḓ̗̘̞͇̮̣ ̢̣̼̺̗q̬̭̳͕͓̙̰u͕̱e̥͖͔̞s̰̙̱͈̝̕ti̞̙͍͇o̗̮̰n̴͔!͕?̨̝͖̗
Gender:	♂☺
Species:	H●ひｍ∂n
Ethnicity:	normal
Place of Birth:	Millenium City, Michigan
Base of Operations:	МίllenμмćiīŸ
Relatives:	Δ
Characteristics
Age:	∞
Height:	58⅓™
Weight:	8012lBs
Eyes:	W̸̱̹̥̆h͓̪̰͒͂̏̿̈ͨ̋ą̻̖̮̻̮͗͐̄̚t̩͔̣̲̼̬̗̅ͫ̂̒̐͟ ̜̤̮ͥ́̍̓͋e̳͙̲͇̭̭̦ͥ̀y͚̭̠̳̎̈́ê͡s̤̼̰̭̠̼̪̈̿̍̆͑̿ͥ?̴͈̎́
Hair:	Yes, clearly.
Complexion:	0xFFFFFF
Physical Build:	⊙⊙⊙
Physical Features:	¿ʇɹɐʇs uǝʌǝ ı pןnoɥs ǝɹǝɥʍ
Status
Alignment:	██ ██ ██ ██ ██ ██ ██ ██ ██ N/A
Reputation:	██ ██ ██ ██ ██ ██ ██ ██ ██ N/A
Identity:	№
Years Active:	48760378
Citizenship:	ᶸᶳᶝᶤᶧᶥᶻᶟᶰ
Occupation:	Buisnḕˢˢ
Education:	ḕˢˢḕˢˢḕˢˢ
Marital Status:	yḕˢˢ
Known Powers and Abilities
˙̸̧̧̳͉͖̣̖̗̙̹̝͖̘̳̖͔̯ͨ̽̆̓̒̅̈́ͥ͘͠u̸̶̷̺̥̰̺̬̹͎̳͚̰̱̹͎̺̭̤̿͋̔̔̆̽̍̃̏ͭͪ̀ʍ̘͙̯̲̘̗͍̟̹̖̮̳̫ͧ̓́͋ͧ́̕ͅo̷̸̠͙̞̯̗͖̹͖͔̗̜̠ͫͯ̾ͤͪ͛͗ͨ̔͒́͛̒͗ͦ́̓͜͞͠ū̵̯̞̝͍̹͍͖̹̝̬̭͈͎̻̯͎̔͗̈́̏̽͐̎̒ͤͨ̀͞ʞ̮̯̯̹̞̹̾͆̑̌̄͋̊̑̾͛̀́͝ ̧̧͇̗̖̹̩̩͈̱̠͈̟͇̬̦̲̮͚͎ͪͩ̎́̈̂̂ͩ͛̽ͅs͉͖͕̭̜̻̮̜̬̻̙̦̝̣̹̻̯̃̒̋͋ͪ̊͢ı̮̤̜͈͈̺͚̰̜͔̝̺͖̩̼͎̋̽͒ͤͦ̈͋̆͆̓́̕͜ ͪͦͦͣ̏̉̀̈̃ͭͤ̇͢҉̱͉̞̝̺̰̪͔͔̲̥͓̳p͍͈̱̹̳͖̻̺̺̙̪͖̝̜̦͉͚̏̇͒̃͡͡ɹͤ͌ͫ̇ͧ̒̿̽͆̈́̃̉̋̅ͤ͂ͦ҉͍̖͚̖̼̯̘̞̮͉͕̞̮̹͓̞̪͉͜ō̗̤͖̰ͮͧ̉̓̂̊͊͌̋̇̍̑̑͛ͧ͑́͋͘͘͟͠ʍ̸̦̻̮̩͍̝̭͖̖̦̞̦͕̻̱͂̏̀ͨ̊́̀͢͞ͅʎ̶̨̎̋̊̽̊̉̕͠͏̦̞͇̹̫̝̦͉̫ǝ̵̴͊ͮ̋ͦͥ̾̿ͩͤ̒̐̿͋҉̸̱̣̖̠̩̝͈̜̮͓̜͇͎̭̻̦̣͓̲ʞ̴̛͍͈̦̞̩͍ͮ͑ͯ͌̊̏̍ͤ͆̄ͩ̊͑̂͛͠ͅ ̈͆̑̏̓̋ͣ͂̊ͪ̃͑̂͛͌͂ͨ͘̕͞҉͖̰̥̻̩̪̳͎̗̙͉̳̟͇̩̣̜͢ǝ̋́̿͆ͧͥ̇͞҉̷̗̼̬̫͇͍͇͇̤̰͖͈̼ɥͭ́͋̄ͧͬ̾͒ͣͥͫ͂̋ͣ̌̓ͧ҉̳̹̠͎͓̯͓͇̫͈̟͇͔͉̠̪̀͞ʇ̶̨̧̠͎̣͚̲̼̳̬̼̹̂͂̏̒̂ͤ̍ͧ͂͛͒ͬ̀̚
Equipment and Paraphernalia
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-N- Is a bizarre being apparently from another dimension. Once a businessman by the name of Nick Pollock, he has been irrevocably changed by an unusual occurrence. Those who seek to learn more about Pollock have often gone unheard for years. f̟̺̰̠͚͔ȧ̭̤̗̗͉͒̍c͎̠͎̩̑t̙̝͈̮͋̋ͩ͒̋ͤ,͙͇͙͓̤̯͛ͯͨͤ̒ ͕̙̥̫̐̔ͣ̉̄t̫̝h͔̦̘͇̯̣̅ͮ͒ͨe͍̳̞̫̘̔̅̓̓ ̭̪̠̩̫͚͓͂͂̏̓ͤ̚t͒ͨ̂͊̚ḧ́̅ͥͪ̅͗r̮̯̐̑e͗̀̏ͭǎ͎̊̈ẗ͚͕̯̦͇͉́ͭ̃ͣ͌ ͈̖̫͓̔o̤̩ͧ̑͒͊̑f̤̺̫͎ ͇̺̰͍̍̃̍̍ͧ̌̚ă͚̥̼̈́͆̈̿t͍͛̇̆ͧ̈t̃̓̅͋̇e̳͑ͦ͋̄ͫͩͥm͎ͯ̉̃ͬ͋̇̍p̪̬ͪ̾̂ͮͫͦ̚t́iͩn̺̻͎̞̟̅̒ͥ̆ͫͬgͧ ̪̲̝̝̅̀͌t͙̯͎͈ͪ̈ͦͦ̅ͤͪo̖̼̳̞ ̲͉͇̻̣ͫͦ̃̂r̻̙̖̳̭̼ͅe͓̻̜̞̮͒s̮̪̝͖̗͙͔ͤ̎̉ͦe̱̯̤̹ḁ̱̼̘̒̉̉̔̆r̘̬ͪͩc̫͚̰̭ͧ̄ͪ͌h̲͈̺̪͕ͭ́ ͉̟̫̰͈t̻͚͊̋ͣͦ̃̚h͈e͕͕͈̳̜̼̜ͮ̓̍̾ ͮͧ͋͌̓m̳͇y̳̖s̓̒̔ͣ̋͐t̫̭̖̬̯̐̂ͥ͂̍͊ͤͅe͊̓ͧ̍͊ͥ̌r̠͓͚ͨy̌ͤ̃ ̙̳̖͊ͮͨ̄ͫͯt͕̻̹̍͊̎ͯh̗̥͓͓̯̖̠a̤̗͚̫̒̑̅ͪṯ͉̝̳̥͋͂̎͌̆̓ ̠̭̞͈̫ͮi̠̻ͧ̿̍š̳̫͍̥̔ ̮͌ͣ̌ͮ̿-̠͆ͧNͮ͊̏̊ͅ-͎͚̄ ̮̱͇͙̈̃͌͒ͪ̀h̝̬ͩ̒͂̐ͫͮas͚̱͇̑̇ ̟̣̺̟ͯ̾ͣ͒ͯ̎g͓̮̽͊ͮͬ̅ȯ̮͉̬̘̱̦̙̔͊̄̔̃̚ṋ̰̻͉͙̯̮͐́ͨ̈̎̍̂ě̯̙̱̭̙̪̙̓̄ ͚̒͊̔ͮͅḛ͔̙̦̣̐̉̄̾͑ͪ͋n͊̂ͬ̅ț̣̅ͪ̀ͫi͚̗͖͉̹͎͊͒̍͒͐r͕͚̹̳̗̘̔ͬ̍̿͆͋e̞̪̯̥͇͗l̟͕͉͈̝̃͂̐ͪͣỷ͕ͯͥ ̳̩̳̖̈́̾͛͗̔̅ͮi͛̎ͪg̺̯͉̲̊͑̓n̲̼̆͆̐̐̓͑ȍ͖͉͕̦̬̤̓͋͆ͯ̑̚r̄e͙͑̍̓d̹͖ͬ ͚̭͍͖̞̬͉̏ͤș͙̯̾͛i̦̥̎̾ͩṇ͖̯̱̜̦͉̋ͩ̏͛c̜̜͙ͯͣe͇̺̲͍̬̙͙ͭͯ̎ ́̿̈́̄ͬa̫̩͌͊ͅ ̬ͅy̟̼̲e̺͇͛ͨ̐̓ͪ͌̓a̘̝̜̓ͫͯ̍r̪͇ ̬͍̱͎̫̭̼ͥ̈ͪa͇͕̘̟̎͊ͬ̐̚g͇̙͈͖͚͓͐̅̀̈ͤo̻̬͂ͧ̽͐̿̚ ͉̱̻̱̆ͮ̉̉̾͌d͚̣̩͂u͐ͨ́̓e̱͎̖͎̍̐̐̆̉ͯ ͈̮ͭ̿͗͊ͯt̯͎̤̜̋ͧ̿ͯ̅ǒ̲̞̩̼̱̖͋ ̙͓̩̬̬̉ͫ̓̽t͆͗͋͑́h̼̜͐́͂͑̾ͭͦo̺̜͕̥̩̯̪̊̌̈́ͮ̋s̻̻̓ë̤͍́̍ ͈̥̲̳̟͈̋͒s͚ͭ̈͋e̙̜̻̜̮͕e͉̜̫͔̯̭kị̼ṅ͚̘͍̾̂̊ͩǵ̬̩̝̄͌̓̚ ̻̘̱̦̫̠̉ͪ̒͊ͧĩ̠͖̼͔̬̠ͦͦ̒ͅn̦̅̄f̯̊̽o̙̤̺̞ͥ̽͛r̳͓̙̟̬ͣ̍̌̔̏̃ͧm͂̈́ͥ̾ͮ͊̀a̲͇̘̜͎ṱ̙͔̗̔ͅï̥̙̞͇͔̯o͙̳̱̳̟̮̳ͤ̈́ͫ̏̓̃̋n͐ͧ̊̾̋̆ ͫ̈́͂ͪͩaͬ͋̂̂ͪ̚̚ͅb͚ͥ̿̑o̰̓͗ͧ͌u̠͙̗t̙̲͙ͩ͗ͩ̈͑̿ ̩̱̼̝̙̳̍̊ṱ̤͔ͬͭͤͅh̹͇̾̒ͥ̆̿ͫē̖̥̹̘͙̰̲̔͌ ̘̣̣̪̓p̱ͦ͑ͅȑ̻̫ͣͭ̚ͅo̻͕̖̫ͬͪͥ̅̿̽̚l͕̈͋i̦̭͙ͤ͒ͬ̿̾f̜̗̩̖̲͛ͤͫï̽̉̈́͂̿c̪̿ ͓̺̟̹ͫaͧ͌n̘̫͉̓ō̳̘̗̑͛m͖͉̭̟͖̙̌̑̾ͩ̋a̼ͭ̏͒̓l̝̔y͎̔͋ ͚̤͎̺̣͍̜̇̉̀̔̓g̞ͮͪ̂̀̎̈ͬͅo̠̖͉̲̓̈ḭ͈̖̼͋ͣͬ̐ń̝̽̇ͅg̞̤̳̫̖͚͖ͭ͆͌ ̳̥͕̖̺̟̜ͤm̝͍̭̲̩͕̭ͯ̂i͓͚͗͐̍͐̽̄̔s̰̞͎͚̭̻̊̊̾ͬ̈ŝ͂͌ͮ̎͋ͪî̖̭̭͚͍͐͗ͨ̋̚n̮̞̙̬͖̜̠g̫ͧ.̺̼̻̅̄̑

M̯̤͓̲̺̠̠ͫ̄̿͛̓͢aͬ͆͂͏̮̲̰͔͕̫̱ñ̗̮̘̿̍ͮ̏y̽͌͑ͣ͗̈́ͩ̓҉̲͍̥̣̦̪̙ ̴̰̫̳̊ͫͣ́͒̍̒̕h̴͉̻̙̱̃ͤa̶̼̥̘̲̦̘̻̭͆̈́̊̋͢ͅv̬̝͗̍ͪ̽͌̀è͈̩ͨͣͤ ̘̫̲̙̘͓̉͂f̦̼͖͔͈̝ͤ̊ͨ͗ͣo̵̡͚͇̝̦̥͂̍̃ͧ̓uͩ̇ͣ͠͏̛̳͖̬̱͖̣̝̗n͙̠͉͎̰̫̔̉̔̉̊͆ͪ͑d̨̄͋͆̾͏̘̯͖̠̭͓̻͇ ͥ̆ͧ͏̗̯̥̣̘̳͔͍̯t̙͇̻̤̤̬͈̊ͧͩ̇ͭͧͣ̌̀h̡̲̳̜͔̩͔͉̮͑̀ͯ͌͟͡ồ͉̗̰̮̮̼̗̤̚s̵̻̟̮̄̾ͯͭ͗̚é̀̀͏̜̝̩̥̟̜̺́ ̘̱̙̭̬ͨ͛͂̓̾̓̇c̸͓͚̯̱͖̼̬̦͊ͧͭͮ̾͋́̕u̧̫͎̱̾̈́r̛̮̠̺̝̝͓̾i̘̱̟̭͙̦̎̓̽̐ͤ͊́͜ỏ͕̘ͨ̓ͦ̾͟ư̻̙̟͇̐́̐ͣ͛͛͊̚ͅs̏͆̇ͦ̐̑̃̎͏̱̗̳̹̠̦̲ͅ ̯ͥ̊ͦ̍͑̏ͫ͠a̶̳͌̾͒̌̋̚b̻̳͈̙̈́̌͑̽̄́̀͒͜͝ͅǫ̫̻̩̜͚̻͔̗̦ͪ̈́̈̎̌̕͠u̶̵̦͓̘͉̘̝̪̺͑ͦ̿̑̄̎͋͞t̷͆ͫ̄̅ͥ̒̑͏̼̻̦͇̟̥͙̼ ̨̯̻̱̱ͯ̉͊t̷̳͑̉͋̃͛͋͜͞hͨ̍͋̾̑̌̇̌̈̕͏̡̩̥̤̬̙e̵̵̺̼̝͊͛̎̆͛͊͋ ͭ͑ͮͨ͏̼͚̖͇͙ͅḁ̶̣̳̟̝͈̍͑ͧͫ͛̏̈́̑͢p̶̫͓͗̅̆p̤͂̅͛̂ͥ̒̌͛͞a̻ͮ̈́͑ṙ̯͉̳̹̼͉́ͨ̇̒̎ͩe̴̘̯̰͚̥͓͚̥̍̾ͮ͝ṉ̹̟͔͚͂̀͗ͣ̀̑̚͡ṭ̖ͪ̅͆̌̒ͅ ̭̦̬̏̃̂͐ͅm̩̱͙͔͕̫̓ͨͨͯ̇͒o̹̼͖ͤ̽ͨ͛͌n̶̨͓̙͚͚̝̲ͤ̂ͥ̿̐̑͝s̪͑̆ͧ̈ͤ̅̓t̷̳̗̥̳̥̦̦͇̪̓ͮ͒̀̀e̢̢̧̪ͬ̇̌̉ͦͪ͋͗ͅṛ̩̭̞͚͑̃́ͅ ̨̧̠̗͓̑̀͜t̤̯̬̤̻̄̅̏̔̀͟ͅo̸̖̻͓͋̃̇ͦ̑ͮ͗ͩ̚͟͞ ͔͎̼͔̭̼ͪ̌h̪͍̬̓͑́̕ͅa̪͇͇̟̰͔̜̳̽͛̔̔ͭ̎̆̚v͍̗ͬ͑̿̂ͨ̐͊̾̃͡ĕ̗̣̜̮͎̲̰̜̠́̏̈̿̀̕ ͎̪̤̭̊͊̾ͩ͟ͅg̷͎̟ͮͤ͠õ̭̱̰̼̙͒̒̐̆̇̃̅n͔̳̿͗̒ͨͫ̀͟e̷͖̮̙ͭͫ͟͞ ̧͚̏ͮ̊́̄̄ͬ̇ͫ͜į̜͍̹̞̗̠̞̠͓́̀̚n͖̜̩͈̫͍̐͐̈́ͫ͗̚s͎͉̦ͦ̂̒́͜ȁ̛̦̖̼̣̞̠̪̯̹͒̐ͫ͒ͪ́n͂͂҉͔͍̻̻͚̬̤̺eͧͮ͊̅̿ͥ̏͢͏͚̩ ̵̣̉̋f̗̤̼̍̽̋ͬ͋͠r̻̱̥̔̈́̃ͯ̃͋͑̅o͂ͬ̌҉͙̩̥̱̠ͅm̴̵̡͎͐̏̇̓ͬ ̄͆̎̈́̈̍̚͏̤͖̖̻̮͔t͖͈̻̺̟̙͕̰̄̊ͤͫ̈́̔ͩͨ͟͝h̨̧͒ͯ̈́̓͒̓ͦ҉͎̬̖̪e̷͉̙̱̭̖̼̐ͭ̒͊̓̽́̚i̡̭͈̻ͯ̽͆̓̈́͆ͦ͑ͤͅr̵̬͇͍̠̬͖ͬͫ͢ ̤̗̩̘͙͂̽ͅṣ̡̖͖̲̭̩̹̑ͤͮ͐̆ͤ̀e̤̤̯̪͍̐̃͟͞a̸̹̪̐̇ͣ̂̓͠r̡̠̘͇̒ͦ͑̒̍͌c̴̡̭̳̰̑̄̒̽ͯ̆͂h̢̬̭̲͌͒ͣ̋̑͟͡ ̡̼ͥ̆͘f̬͉͉̹̲͇̝͓̓͘͜o̶̘͓̜̤̥̦̼͖͕̒̽̋̒ͥ͒̋̈r̊ͯ́̃ͫ̃̾͗ͯ͡͏͕͔̯ ̛̙̘͔͍̥͚̫ͩk̪̪̣̝ͦ̍n͇̬͛̋̒̍ö͕͕̠̥̣̮̬́ͬ̊̿̿̽̈́͘̕w̡̳͎̻͒̂̾͊̒̇l̶͒ͣ̓̾҉̦̞̤͎ê͍̭ͣ͌́͊͛d̟͇̤̫̻̩͚ͬ̔̕ǵ̸͎̩̯̹̜͍̻̍̋͋ͪͤ͐e̢̝͎̙͌͋͋͊ͬͅ,̢̡̩̳͙̞͎̏̀̊̈́ ̤͕̜͉͊ͮ ̤̮̘̼̬͊́̌̐͒͌̕͠

̹̤̯̟͚͎̪̆́̊̿̌͡c̛̜̻ͫ̉́õ̢̮͙̌͗͗ẅ̷͉̜̙̩͚̝͌ͮ͠͝ͅe̖̰̞͔̲̲̮̺ͮ̑̑̅̾̀r̍͆͂ͧͫ̐͋͂̈́҉̖̯͖͙͎̫͔̫i͕͗͋̈́̒̊ͭͧ̀n͇͍̝̮ͦ͂͜͞g̘̙̹̥̗͚̱̣̓̾ͪͩ̑̓̚͘ ͇̠͓̌͘ị̝̻͎̺̦̟͕ͯ̊ͬͫ̓̄̀̚͞ñ̛̛̘̊͑ͭ ̴̤͇̲̯̻ͬ̒̋̌̓ͥ͆t̷̜͎̻̪̫̠͗͂̋̆̎̂ͦ̋h̸̑̓̋͋͏̛̱̼̻ͅe̮̯̟͉͍͈̰ͨͫͬͤ̊̐̅́ ̸̢̱̭̬̪̯̩ͨͬ̉̍ͪ͑̇̈̚c̯͈͔̝̱ͭ͊̃̏͐ͤ̔ͅo̫̥͔͖͓̝ͭ̂̒̅̂̓ͣ̒r̷͚̞̞͊̐͑ͩͫ̉͢ṇ̶̨̈́ͪ̈́̄̽͑e̸̝̳̥͌̓̾̎ͩ͋̚͢r͔̪̯͆̈́ͫ̑̑ ̛̤ͧͤ̀͘o̞͕͖̮̰̬̝͌̍̏̿fͣ͋̉͊̂ͫ͏̰̣͎ ͈̩͙̪͕̻̀̓ͬ͋̚ḽ̪̗͉ͥ͑ͩ͒ͤͫ͜į̶̴̩͚̗̗̩͉͖͉͌̄̾̓̌̋͗b̵̬͕͍͙̬̙̫̘̂̑ͪ͌̉̎͆͗́͝r̷͙ͫ͛ͪ͊͛ͅͅą̧̹͑ͩ͗ͮ̎͊͗ͫͅr̶̨̖̰͎͙͍̹͚͆̎ͤͬ̾͞ḭ̢̲̼͇̬̥ͯͮę͕̗̻̆͗̏̒ͩ́s̶̷̝̻̰̥̯̾͞,̶̨̫̺̤͑ͪͧ̔ͬ̈ ̤̝͓̽ͪͥ̾a͉̹͙͓ͧ̐̀͑͂͞s̶̬̘͖͇̙͇ͩ͗k̡͕̫̻̰͖̺̀ͤ́̚iͥ͊͗̇͑̉͞҉͎̬̣n̫̳̦̦̖̱͎̠̏ͤͭ̅ͮ̌̀̚g̺͕̙͚̤̱̠͛̈́ͧ̿ͩͬ̑̒̏ͅ ̜̲̭̇̋͗f̛̬̫͎̫͔̙̹ͬ̀͂̅͠ớ̼̣͇̤̭̹̽͑̀̑́ŗ̢̱̥̳̪͓͓̭̪̗ͭ̋ͧ̚ ̧̧͕̭̞͎ͭͦ̔͆͛m͚̮̣͎̝͉̠ͫͥ̎̊̍ͅe̙̬̝͚̭̯͈̰ͪ̿̎͠r͉̫̠̪̲̼̯̯̯̅ͣ́c̢͎͋͡y̥͉͙̼̻̱̦̻̅͐̃̒̃̕ ̶̛͉̠͙̳͈͉̝̙̭͑ͣ̉̋̚f̺̒͑̑̈̄̅ͬͮ͞ȑ̠̼͑̒̿̈̍̏ͧ̏́o̯̦̹̬̠̜ͥ̔̽͟m̽ͭ͌̀ͣͧ҉̞̝̬ ̮̠̮̺̪͍͙̿̔ͫ̆̒ͫ̒ͫ́͘ͅṱ̛͚͚̪̳̋̊ͣ̆̾ͩ̚h͍̟̹͉̭̿̉͐ͨ̒̾̊̆ͅi̧̼̪̋̉̓̔͛͞s̳̻͓̺̝̹̑̅͆͊ͅ ͇͙̂ͦ̋ͦ̎̕p͔͐̃͢ă̠̖̲͎͍͡ͅͅt̵̠̩̃̓̐͊̅ͩ̂̔͝ͅh̲͚̻͈̩ͪ̾̑͗e̮͎̣̮͎̼͂̏̋̏̉̅͡t̢̢̼̘ͯͨ͐͆i̫͙̙̘̭̋̅̾ͤͣ̎͛̅̏͡c̵̡̪̺̥̼͚̞̯̓ͤ ̽̍ͨͦ́҉͙̬̩̦̞̦w̓͏̵̩̫̳̭ǫ̯̩̞̥̦̱̏ͦͩr͚̟̺̹̲̓ͧ͒͗ͫ̐͒̔͞͝ļ̖͓͓̪͓̹͑̾͐̂ͮͪ̕d̶̽̇͋̑͡҉͚.̴͓̺̮̗͔̹̜̔ͮ̌̈́̚ͅ ͚̾́̕Ȉ̢̡̤̭̘͚̩̦̫̭̯͑̃ͬͫ͂ͭ̓͡n̢̤̗͎̠̻͐̂ͪ͑ͣ̆ͬͩ͘͘ͅd̛̰̘͚̈́̓̍ͤͣ̉́e͖̲̫͉͎̹̦̮ͥ̋̽e̤̬̍̄̔ͦ̿͐ͨͥ͝͞d̢̛͇͔̱̤͍̜͒̽̋̿ͫ̑ͩ̑̚,͖͕͈̼̝̾ͣ̿̒̊̽͢ ̨̱ͭ̆ͩ̚p̸̡̟͙͕̖͎̹ͬ͒͂ͦ̅̋ͩͩe͚̗̋͒ͩ̔ͣͤ̈́r̦̰̥̰̤ͬ̍̾̉̈h̢̢̬̹̲̜͇̣͐̏́ͭȧ̧̼̠̗̳̫͎̜͇̾̏̕p̨̖̤̒͞ṣ̸͇̙͌ͧ͂ͧ̆̀ ̨̧͕̞̱̹̫͕̘͐͆̊̈́ͯ́s͓̤̖̿̕ͅő̲̳͕͂̕͢͞m̴̹̗̭̽͛̈́̓̋̉̋͂ͤ͠ę̬̬̺ͥ͡ ̮ͪͭͧ͂͟p͚̻͓͚̥̩̜ͦ̔͆̓͛͒̒̄̈́ạ̒́ͥ̆̽̓͛̇rͫ̆͏̘̥̬̗̞̹t̲̹͔̘ͫͬ̚̕ ̺͕̣́o̶̥̠̐̽̈͌̏̿̄͂̉͞͞f̥̤̙̌ͣ͆ͮͮ͂ͯ̊ͦ͞ ̣̞̊̒ͪ̈́́́͢͟t̯̖͍̒̾͋̓͆͑h̵͖̘̫͐̔͜e͈̺̖̞ͦ̐̐̃ͯ͒̍̚̚͠ ̢̝̺͙͎̹̬̮̠͐̏̿̾̌̉̂̚͞-̸̯̲̐͊ͣͨͨŅ̩̯͇̪̣̯̣͔̣ͤ̇ͯͨ-͇̲͈̼̺͂ͮͤ͠͡ ̸̪̱̆̂̈́̊̈̿ͪi̴̷̩͈ͣͭ͒ͥš̴̛͔̼̮̜̩͙̯̐̋ͪ̿̇̀ ̢̨̪̻̘̎͛̄ͨͨ͂̓ͨ̍b͙̖̫̟͔͍̬̀̇̋͢͠r̴̠̱̫̰̫̯̍̽̑̋ͩͯͪṵ̹̤̊͛ͫ́̏͝s̰͍̥̜̘̮͔͌͒͒̾ͭͮͭ̋̚h̲̙͑́͠i̶̸̛̬ͨͧͧͦ̎ͥͅn̨͙̰̫̭̭̱̺͐̿͛ͮ͐g̺̼͓̫̪͎ͨͤ̎̍̊ͤ̾ͮ͢͡ͅͅ ̷̞̾̈́ͮ̚ȏ̴̡̼͈̫̺̭̤̠̎ͩͯͧ̐̈́f̧̧͕̻̼̳͑ͧ̃ͤ̄ͯͥ̕f̢̪̫͓͈̩̌ͧ̄̊͋̅͊̎ ̶̧̨̩̠̥ͤ́̎̅ͩ̽o̠̤̦̮̜̞̍̃̾̅ͤ͘͞͡ͅn͙͎͎̹̼̠̿ͩ̋ͪ̕ ̨̦̄ͩ͒̅̉͋ͥ̂͐͢͡ͅt̗̼̦̫͖̪͉͉̞̍̓͌̈́̽̒̈́̌̀h̓̎҉̻͙̝͉͜e͍͚̦͗͢m̃ͦ̀̿̚͡҉͕̥͍̱ͅ.͋̓̃̊҉̨͎̰̳̼

Origins

Day 1 - A bit about me.

My name is Nick Pollock, and this is my first entry in this newfangled Blog thing. A short background to what I do; I'm a producer and editor for the WCOC news channel in Millennium City. I've held the job for around 7 years now. Reflecting back on it, it's been one hell of a ride around here, but those will be stories for later. I guess I set up this blog because I'm a little bored nowadays. Yes, even after having survived an attack by Foxbat and being nearly killed by one of my co-workers.

That's why I'm starting up this blog. I'm going to be unpacking various curious merchandise and streaming videos and games for all of you guys to see along with me. Trust me, in this city, there's no shortage of strange books and magazines you can purchase. I've already got a hell of a collection queued up to show, and if anyone else has suggestions, I'll be glad to take them!

Keep in touch, hopefully-interested readers and listeners. Nick, signing off.

Day 2 - Weird face book

No, it's not at all what you think. Just look at this thing!

I remember when I got this book about 5 years back. A man literally ran up to me, handed me this book in a parcel, and said "Do not read this, just give it to the courier when he arrives at your house." And then he ran off. Haven't gotten any visits from any "couriers" since then.

I've read the inside of the book a few times. Most of it is incomprehensible, though there are a few pages that have some poems and such. Here's a verse I found pretty evocative:

There is but one thing that can penetrate the wall
The great equalizer that demolishes all
It is only time that can wreak such ruination
Which holds all answers, and pathways to stagnation.

It heals all wounds, and nurses the meek
For it is time that makes way for the weak
The mere sapling grows tall and rugged with age
The children grow mighty, skillful, and sage.

Where does such vitality spring from anew?
From what conduit was the energy drew?
For every vessel that was created to draw breath
Was only initially fueled by the convenience of death.

The elders fall, as their souls move on
Their husks melting down to the carrion
The flesh, like dew, dissolves to the ground
Eyes torn from sockets and stale breaths drowned
Lips and hair fall loose from the skull
And soon, at the end, all that remains is
-Null-

Must be creepy subculture stuff. Not sure why it's taking them so long to pick up the book; quite honestly, it's beginning to creep me out a little to be carrying this thing on my bookshelf.

Let's just hope the so-called "courier" isn't displeased that the book's unwrapped now. Oops.

Day 7 - Alpha Force Game

Here's a neat gem I found. Somebody made this fangame about the Alpha Force; that other superhero team from Roosevelt City. I haven't gotten very far into it, but it seems to be a pretty comprehensive depiction of the origins of the team, to say the least.

So far, most of it has been boring exposition stuff; not that much gameplay. I'll make sure to post a video of some of the villain battles when I get further into it; I haven't gotten my screencapturing software set up properly it seems! Oops!

That reminds me; remember how I talked about that book last sunday? Well, as it turns out, the courier came by to actually pick it up! Needless to say, I was kind of caught aback by this. What really sucks, though, is that in the spur of the moment I forgot where I put the book. I swore I had put it back on the shelf after I did my review of it, but after I had told the courier I had misplaced it, he just left, and then I literally found it sitting on top of my dining room table. Dang shame he didn't leave a contact number; it would make this whole thing a lot easier.

Day 9 - Sorry...

I said I was going to post footage of the Alpha Force game. I got the screencapture program up and running, I swear; even had some practice recordings done. Just my luck, I attempt to record the game earnest this time, and bam; the output file is corrupted. All it plays is some garbled mash of color and noise; like it's fastforwarded or something. Just my luck, I guess. In any case, the summary of what happened in the recording can be found in This writeup.

Again, really sorry. I guess these sorts of technical messups just happen at some of the worst times.

Day 10 - Uh oh?

I think the problem with the corruption is a bit more dire than I had initially realized:

Okay, serious storytime here. After I got past the end of Chapter I (The Ayus is ousted from the city at this point), I begin entering a freeroam area of the game. After around 15 or 20 steps, I get into a battle... Which is really weird, because random battles don't usually happen in this game. Furthermore, the battle doesn't seem to be against anything; just an empty street. And there's no "run" option.

Despite that, the game says there's an "Albion Slasher" to hit, so I attack it. I'm instantly afflicted with whatever the hell "RRRRRRR" is, and I'm suddenly unable to control what Chisoku does. In addition, landing this hit suddenly turns the upper left screen white. Chisoku keeps attacking, with his punches continuously doing less and less damage as I go on. Each time he hits, the left side of the screen gets more pixelated and distorted, until it begins crossing over into the right side. Just as the weird distortion reaches the tip of Chisoku's helmet, he takes about roughly twice his health in damage, and instantly dies.

For some reason, the game keeps playing; normally I'd expect to go to a Game Over screen by now, but I just get booted back to the map instead. Only, now Chisoku is moving at half speed. I begin to walk around a bit, until Chisoku suddenly slows down again, and I begin to see some black and red pixels show up on the back of his head. The game's music seems to lower slightly as well; really weird.

I begin trying to talk to some other NPCs in the area, only to find that all their text is garbled. I haven't gotten into any other battles, but at the same time, I'm getting slower and the screen keeps getting darker. I try to open the menu to check my health and status, but the game does nothing when I press the button. After around 5 minutes of slowly wandering around attempting to talk to people, Chisoku's entire back is seemingly covered in these black and red pixels, and he falls over. The screen fades to black, and then an error message pops up:

SEGFAULT at 0x284eff6: Missing pointer "-N-".

So, yeah, I think the recording equipment corrupted the game or something. Sorry; I don't think I'll be able to continue on with this, because honestly, these bugs are beginning to creep me out as well.

Day 11 - Oh my god

Sorry for making a post at like 3 in the morning, everyone, but I just got woken up by the wierdest thing.

Remember how I said I was actually visited by some courier last friday? Well, I'm beginning to seriously fear for my life surrounding this issue, because I was just woken up by this guy breathing down my collar in bed. I don't know how he got in, but I wake up to find myself face to face with him, apparently leaning over my bed to creep me out. As soon as I open my eyes, he says "Give me the book." I spring up from the bed, and he's suddenly gone. Nowhere to be found in my room.

I think something in the book is getting to me. I didn't think much of the poems that were written in there, but goddamn; now that I'm thinking of them, it's seriously beginning to creep me out. Not only has the issue of that book been bothering me, but it seems like my computer's getting slower and slower over time. I think I might have to bring it in to check for viruses.

Day 13 - Health problems

I think the incident I had a couple nights back might have caused some sort of injury.

This morning I decided I'd try and treat myself to a relaxing bath, given how stressful the past few days have been. As I get into the water, I notice that it has this muddy color, and I wonder to myself if my water supply is tarnished. Step out of the bath, and turn the faucet on to fill a glass of water. No problem, so I decide to ignore the slight miscoloration of the bath.

I lay my head back in the tub, and suddenly the water runs nearly black. I was terrified; I sat right up, and noticed that the back of my head was hurting... Reach over, find that I'm bleeding something black from back there.

Aside from the unusual bleeding, I seem to be fine. I've bandaged it up now and have since safely made it to work on time. Will write back later after I go to the doctors.

Day 13(2) - Blind

The problem is worse than I thought. I'v 'm losing sight. Nothing more to it; I'm stuck in my cubicle, everything 's going dark, and I cannot see anything exepth the faint glow of my laptop screen.

I swear i'm trying to call out for help in my office but nobody seems to be around or listening. I'm frightened. Please, if anyone in the millenium city area is reading this please call an ambulance or something because this situation is quickly gtting dire.

I just noticed that the reason my cries arent being heard is because it seems my mouth is broken. Yes, I don't know how it happened, but it'͠s͝ now ̷ju͢s͞t st̶ra̢i̵ght ҉up mi͘s̡sin҉g.̨ Fǫr so̴me̛ rea͡s͘on͡,̴ I ҉n͟ow̢ f͘ęel ̸lik̵e͞ I'̸m͟ ̧ju̧s̶t͝ ͡a ̡s͢l̢i̢gh͝ţ bít ̛b̵eyon͞d hel̡p̸, ́not̛ tò men̨t͟io͝n t̵h̀at ̶iţ s͡e͡ems̴ ̀tha҉t͘ my̧ ͢c͢omṕ̣̲͙̱͍͇̰̻̪u̶̙̩̲͡t͇̦͈͟e̷̴̼͎r҉͈͔͉̲͎̖ ̸̞̮̱i͏̟̖̘̬ͅs̼͖̣͕͙̱͉̱ ̶͍̭̭͚̠̦̻̭ͅg̶̟̯̪̟̪͉͔͘ͅe̩t͇̘̲t̸̡͉̀i̶̵̦̰͕͕̼̥̗n̫͎͝g̨̧̣̞̙͔̯ ̕҉̭̟̘̹͓̬ͅm͉͍͉͙ơ͓͔̪͙͓̤̤̼͜͠ŕ̨͕̖͜e͓̞͚̰͠ͅ ̨͉̭̜̰̯̻a͔̭̪̮̦ͅn͏̮̥̠d̳̳ ̧̛͚͕̣̥͔̙̭̺͜m͏͍͇̺̙̳̬ͅͅo҉̶̬̖͝r̶̛͍̤̖͈̞̜̦̹͢e̥̪̺̬̼̜͘͘ ̡̢̦̜͖͈͕̹̭͇b̥̦̩̙̙͝u̶̧̧͔̘̖̬͎̦͈̗g̦͕̲͇̠͍̀͜g͎̥͓̠̮̬̀y̸̛̱̙͢.̗̯̬͕̰ ̖̹̫̘̳̪͔͝ͅI̶͈̟͞'̯̟̥d͈͈̟̫̫̗ͅ ̢̛͓͙͚̪b̞͔͕͚̗̥̜̠͢e̸͙̠̱͝ ̴̞̬̞̳͕̟͕̱̦s̛̥͔̤͈̲͎̗̱̀u̘̖̳̲r̷̸̤̬̯̤̟ṕ̨̹̱͙̺̟̤̘̭̕r̯̗͎̼͇̲ͅi̭̼̥s̵̯̞̯̥̰̟͚̖͘ę̸̺̤̩͞d͖̩͇̞̝ ̨͈̻̤̀́ì̯̜̘̻͚͝ͅf̮͕͉͇̤ ̣́m̴̨͍̖̮͈̣̮͍̳͟y̶̟̻͎̱̙͘͝ ̴̴̺͓̝͔͝m̴̢̠̜͓̩̦̘e͘͏͎̮̺̠͎̟s̘͓̙̜͓̩̯̀̀͝s̢̗͉̥̼̜͖͎̠̙͜͝a̝̹̩̤̭̤̰̥g͏̮̣͕̲̟̭͞e̶̯̘̪̥̖͔̙͠ ̞̙̘̀͢͡e͕͉̗̻̥͍͢͠v͏̺̩̘̙̦ͅḛ̶̷̞͉͚͔̀n҉̷̩̻͍̰͔̜͇̞ ̷̗̭̼̥̜̫̬͎̀̕g̦̟̭͚͢͝o͈̗̱t̨̛̜̣͝ ̶̠̟̬o͏̛̱u̧̞̥͈̟̫͝t̛͖͚̤̝ ̮̘͖̩̺͖͟͡ơ̗͍̟͇̠̼̥̭n̵҉̫͓̣̣ ͍̣̱̮̗̜͚̘ͅṱh̨͍͈e̠͎̳̫͓͔ ̭͇̘͡n̩̹͎͍̲̝̹͇e̙t̶̮̭̭́.͎̳͉̼̥̻

Day 14 - All that remains

-̷̧̺̬̭ͦ́̊̌ͤͫ̈͆̽̀Ņ̶̙̥̟̰͑͛̿͆̒͑͒̎̾͌̔̚̕̕-̧̦͙͔̲̩͚͈̹ͨ͂͋ͪ̉͒͛̄ͫ͋ͯ̇ͫ̇͘͟

source: Nick Pollock's Blog

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Paladin's Recount

I had received a call from HERMES personnel over in Millennium City. They had reported the presence of a powerful artifact. I'll never forget arriving there - it was the house of a local news channel editor, a Nick Pollock. He had gone missing for around 9 days, and we've only figured out just now as to why.

Upon first entering, the first thing we were struck with was how it smelled. Some kind of foul odor flooded immediately out of the door when we went in. The neighbors had reported this same smell to the police, which lead to HERMES eventually coming in after the officers had discovered the artifact: A skin-bound book, the cover being a poor facsimile of a human face. We found it lying cover down next to the bathroom - where the smell was emanating from. What we found inside there was a bathtub, filled with a jet black liquid.

When we were preparing to safely transport the artifact to a safe keeping spot, we were ambushed. The black liquid from the tub was actually some... monster. A featureless, fleshy being, with cracks through its skin - like jagged, festering wounds, where the same black liquid seeped out over its flesh. The face... If you could call it that... Was a gaping hole. All I could think, looking into its 'face' was an unfathomable, inexplicable dread. Something I hadn't felt since I first faced death. Had I not of been imbued with divine power, I am sure you would not be reading this report right now - several of the other HERMES soldiers accompanying me were left dead, foaming black liquid from their mouths. Before I could regain my bearings with the situation, the dark creature, along with the foul liquid and cursed book, was gone.

I issue this out as a warning to all fellow heroes. If you see this creature lurking about anywhere, report it to HERMES enforcers immediately. We are not sure what the creature is capable of, but we do know two things: It has the power to induce fatal fear in its victims, and it is bound to the book it carries. There are also members of HERMES who hypothesize that the creature might be the remnants of the late Nick Pollock, which have lead them to nickname the creature -N-, in light of his last blog post before having gone missing. Perhaps next time I receive report of this apparition, I'll be able to more precisely stand up to it, and further assess its abilities.

City Center and Troll's Sighting

HERMES Report: Several months after Paladin Encounter in the Pollock residence, HERMES has been on intense guard and lookout against the entity known as -N-. After a month of investigation, we have uncovered no new solid leads on the entity, but we have discovered some unusual trends and phenomenon related to his presence. Our evidence so far has lead us to believe -N- is residing currently in City Center; his likeness, from the little description we were able to get from Paladin, is seen far in the background of several photos. However, it seems that -N- has now managed to gather up some more resources - he is now dressed in a strange suit, that appears bathed halfway in shadow at all times. Other subjects in the picture do not seem to notice or be disturbed by his presence, and no other detrimental occurrences at these sightings seem to coincide with his appearance.

In fact, since the initial sighting of -N-, criminal activity within City Center has reached an all-time low. VIPER personnel have seemingly redacted a large portion of their psionic Canada units, while the Purple Gang of West Side have almost entirely fled the premises altogether. Especially in the case of the latter, it turns out that -N- has become something of an urban legend among the West Side gangs; a silent, deadly vigilante that scares the wits out of his enemies. Most other gangs and coalitions of Millennium City dismiss this as legend. HERMES is still looking deeper to see if, and when, the Purple Gang came into contact with -N-.

Further investigation has lead us to suspect Mister Troll, who reports actually recognizing some of the pictures seen in the newspapers of the enigmatic -N- figure. His information on how he came across -N- is invaluable, going even so far to explain where he fled to after our initial attempt to capture -N-.

Kind of a happenstance way of meeting the bloke, but it began when I was making my weekly rounds of the Matthews Park; keeping PSI chumps at bay, making sure no wild animals were running berserk, same old. That is, until I pass by my old bridge home and find this book. And I'll be honest, this was one bloody effed up book - had some weird face design carved into its cover, and left this black trail of what I could've sworn was oil behind it. Reeked like hell.

Naturally, one of the things I'm paid to do is keep the park clean - why the hell you'd ask a troll to do this, don't ask me, but anyway: So I go to pick this book up and throw it out. Only, as I reach down, this hand bursts out from the black trail behind the book and attempts to drag me in. At this point, my heart just about leapt right out of my throat in fear, so I did what any reasonable person would, I drew my hand away and wrung it, trying to get this goo off of it! Of course, once I draw it away, I find that the book and puddle are now completely missing.

Turns out what happened was that I had actually flung the entire book, by hand, over into a ditch. I noticed this after turning right around to continue patrolling - couldn't see the book, but I sure as hell noticed the black, inky puddle, just sort of churning there like some weird living blob. I'm just looking at it in amazement. I see it begin to rise up, and watch this eyeless, mouthless head peak out. Followed by a body, then the legs. Finally, the entire puddle ran up the sides of it and formed its clothing - a well-kept suit, just like in the photos you see.

I don't remember what happened next. All I know was that I had gone back home afterward, and probably drank the whole thing off. I'd wager he's still somewhere around that park. Just a word of warning; if you send any more coppers after him, I don't think it'll do you much good. I can tell you right now, he's got some kind of 'effect' around him that will frighten and kill anyone who's foolish enough to directly see him - or, that is, directly attempt to find him.