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Chapter 12: Werewolf of December

Chapter Summary:

Previously, Meryl and Clark finally arrived in the city of December. Clark’s powers started to return, but they were acting up for some reason. Meryl met with Milly and the Chief to discuss her next story. Later, Lord Manga Khan hijacked the No Man’s Land satellite broadcast to make his offer to the people of the planet.

Now, Lord Manga begins his resource survey, sending scouts and a special ‘resource survey escort’ down to December to investigate (ahem, steal) the Plants. As this survey group tries to take a ‘sample’ for study, Superman confronts the thieves, and chaos ensues. Superman meets his match against ‘The Main Man.’

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Chapters: 12/24+ (see chapter 12 snippet below)

Fandom: Trigun Stampede (Anime 2023), Trigun (Anime & Manga 1995-2008), My Adventures with Superman (Cartoon), Superman - All Media Types 

Rating: Mature (Graphic Depictions Of Violence, Language, Adult Themes)

Pairings: Clark Kent/Lois Lane, Meryl Stryfe/Vash the Stampede, Meryl Stryfe/Vash the Stampede/Nicholas D. Wolfwood 

Characters: Clark Kent, Vash the Stampede, Meryl Stryfe,  Lois Lane & Jimmy Olsen, Nicholas D. Wolfwood, Milly Thompson, League of Lois Lanes

Story Summary:

Two years after Lost July, an interdimensional rift becomes dangerously unstable, opening a portal between universes—the worlds of No Man’s Land and Earth-12.

Outlaw Vash the Stampede is still MIA, although rumors abound. Despite not knowing if Vash is truly alive, both Meryl Stryfe and Wolfwood catch a lead pointing them to a remote town iles away.

Elsewhere, young Clark Kent’s life is turned upside down when he’s dragged to an unfamiliar planet to help as Superman. Lois Lane and Jimmy Olsen follow his trail with some unlikely assistance.

Two heroes must make new allies to fight ruthless villains in a three-way conflict. All while trying to find where they both belong, face their inner demons, and make a better future for their worlds.

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Chapter 12 Snippet:

The scene was pure chaos as people pushed and shoved and screamed.

Emergency lights began flashing, and klaxons blared, drowning out most of the shouting.

Clark superspeed through the building, weaving in between workers with limbs sprawled out as they tried to run but were frozen in time. Their expressions locked in panic and confusion with wide eyes and open mouths. The chorus of noises shifted into a deep, drawn out tone like from the leftmost key on a piano.

Further inside, a grated, raised corridor opened up into a long, spacious room. Above and below were additional floors of similar platforms. 

Rows upon rows of bulb-like pods hung from the curved walls. Each pod was filled with some kind of cloudy fluid that glowed brightly in blue yet tinged purple from the red lights. Round, white objects floated in the center of each pod.

A number of uniformed security guards armed with police-grade handguns or patrol rifles faced the center of the room. 

Various shouts of “Return the Plant!” and “Stand down or we’ll shoot!” were directed at the obvious intruders near the guards. 

Clark quickly realized this must’ve been one of the Plant facilities Meryl had mentioned. 

A remarkably tall, muscular figure leaped forward at one of the guards, knocking the man forcefully into the railing along the edge of the corridor. The guard crumpled, his weapon clattering along the floor several feet away.

Surrounding the figure stood four equally bulky humanoid-shaped robots coated in a shiny, bronze-like plating. One robot manned some kind of machinery akin to a forklift, but it hovered weightlessly in the air. 

One of the cylindrical, liquid-filled pods was attached to the machine. Inside the pod, one of those white, round masses— roughly the shape of a beetroot or flower bud—bobbed delicately, cushioned within the viscous liquid.

Right after the next guard took a shot but missed, the brutish thief ripped the rifle out of his hands. The thief then quickly took the man down with a punch to his stomach.

Without wasting more time studying the room and situation, Clark sped over to the commotion in a blur.

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[bamboozled-distress]

silver age superman needs to suck a dick and cry in his tiny fucking complete ass apartment about it im so serious

[not-so-superheroine]

hmm. reminds me of someone.

[loveanddeepdick]

nerd!nanami

the scent of the movie theater was strong, popcorn, metal, and a hint of sugar. you wanted to go out with nanami after he had a long week at work and he happily agreed.

call him possessive but he loved how you clung to him even when he had his hands full, a reminder to him that you were his. he had let you pick the movie, holding a large popcorn and two icees in his muscular arms

“hmm.. do you like horror movies, kento?”, you hummed, pouting slightly as you raked your eyes over the movies that were playing.

“ah.. i’m not opposed to them”

“oh! how about batman?”

most people wouldn’t have noticed, but you saw nanami slightly shift, his eyebrows raising as his attention peaked. his adam’s apple bobbing as he cleared his throat.

“yeah, batman sounds great, sweetheart”

you smiled, narrowing your eyes a bit before he went up to the counter, buying two tickets with the expensive seating, the ones where the chairs reclined and came with a remote.

settling into your seats, you decided to tease him a bit.

“so.. kenny, you like batman, huh?”, you giggled, biting into a piece of popcorn

“well, i liked it when i was a kid, sweetheart”, he took a bite of popcorn as well, keeping his eyes on the screen as the ads before the movies played.

“hm.. so you don’t like it anymore?” you smiled, watching as he shook his head no while avoiding eye contact, “so what if we watched that new marvel movie—“

“no. this is better, honey”

you nodded, grinning as the theater lights dimmed, the screen glowing on his face as he nervously fidgeted. his eyes never left the screen, his pupils focused like a cat focusing on prey. he squeezed your hand at some parts, mumbling under his breath.

“that costume was first designed in 1999, honey, it’s not a fan favorite but i think it’s great”

“that part isn’t lore accurate, in the comics, that villain didn’t die”

you could only smile, watching him focus on the screen so intently as he so adamantly claimed that he didn’t care about batman.

after the movie, you wrapped your hand around his burly arm, walking out of the movie theater

“soo, how about next time we watch superma—“

“no.”

[shizzleytb]

PRINCESS PEACH NIDALEE (Super Mario) - League of Legends Skin

[nosyrobin]

What if the superson trio swapped bodys like superman, batman and stargirl did in justice league action?

“Swapped bodies”

Summary: swapping bodies was the worst thing ever to happen to the future trinity of heroes.

Pair: Superson trio

“Ugh! Catch him Robin!” Wonderboy yells, flying with superboy who trying to reach Mr Mxyzptlk who keeps swerving in the air. Robin clicks his tongue in distaste at the impatient Amazon. “What do you think I’m doing you brute.” Robin sasses as he keeps his eyes on the imp. He was on a roof, readying his grapple before Y/N spotted him. Y/N picked Robin up who “tt” at the male. Mr Mxyzptlk sticks his tongue out at the ten year olds. Superboy frowns, “Hey. That’s not nice dude.” Mr Mxyzptlk smirks. “If you think that’s not nice, then get a load of this!”

The imp randomly has a bender in front of the children, the flying boys stop. You still held Robin in your arms who was ready to aim his grapple right there. But sadly the imp had already put his action into phase as the souls of you and the supersons got sucked in the blender. Mr Mxyzptlk laughed his head off, seeing the ten year old boys scream and get their souls swapped. As the imp poofs away, laughing. The souls enter their not rightful place.

Y/N opened his eyes to see he was still flying, but turned his head to see that his body was holding Damian. Or was it Damian? “What the?!” Jon yells looking at the Amazon male. They had swapped bodies. And Damian doesn’t know how to fly, making him fall with a yell with Jon still in his arms. “Damnit!” Y/N yells, he immediately swooped down and held the two boys by their waist. “I hate this.” “Me too Prince.”

At the bat cave, Y/N were in Jon’s body, Jon was in Damian’s body, and Damian was in his body. Y/N immediately grabbed onto his body. Shaking the boy, “get out of my body Damian!” Y/N yelled. He was angry, confused, and annoyed. His eyes turned red, indicating heat vision that’s about to burst. Damian quickly pushed your head aside, the laser shooting off and damaging something. Jon awkwardly stood there, he felt happy he couldn’t hear things far away or even see through things accidentally. But still, he couldn’t do anything at the moment as the two super strong boys argue.

“If you were a little bit more patient, we would’ve succeeded in this mission!” Damian yells in Y/N’s body. Y/N gritted his teeth, pushing Damian from him. “Right, but you took your sweet time didn’t you Damian!” Y/N yells. Damian flew across the cave, before immediately tackling Y/N. Jon’s eyes widen, he tried to move towards the two angry boys. But with how they both were pulling hair and using their excessive strength. Jon said “nope, fuck this” and went to find the adults.

As y/n and Damian were tumbling around and wrestling. Jon came back with Batman and Superman. “Holy!—” Clark immediately tears the boys apart from each other. Y/N was still feral along with Damian. Trying to claw at each other. “Boys!” Superman yells out. The two stopped, looking at the kryptonian. “What is going on?” Jon, aka who’s in Damian’s body start to explain the situation that had happened.

“We sneaked out to do our own mission for this patrol but we caught this weird little goblin looking dude, can I say he was rude because he stuck his tongue at me and—”

“JON! Get on with it man!” Y/N yelled out impatiently.

“Oh right! Okay but like then he popped this blender out and switched our souls so now I’m in Damian’s body, damian’s is in Y/N’s body and Y/N is in mine and they started to fight so I got you guys here to se if yall can fix this.” Jon says, finishing in one blow. Clark and Bruce looked at each other and sigh.

What will they do with these three.

Time passed with the trio as Bruce went to contact someone. Firestorm soon walked in, smiling as he held Mr Mxyzptlk like a stray cat. The imp was nervously chuckling. “Ah Pooh, guess my fun is over.” Batman leaned his face at the imp. “Fix them.” Batman points to Jon who stands there with Superman holding two angry boys. Glaring at the imp, eyes filled with rage and distaste. Firestorm smirked, “or else professor would like a little talk with you.” Mr Mxyzptlk shudders again the thought of the professor in his head. “Fine! Here kids.”

“Kltpzyxm” the imp poofs away, not wanting to deal with the professor like last time. The souls of the boys went back to place. Jon smiled seeing his hands, Damian scoffed meanwhile Y/N rolled his eyes but smiled. “Awesome, we’re back to our bodies. You can put me down man.” Clark frowned. “Can’t do that sport.” The boys raised a brow as Jon looked at his father. Batman walked up to the trio. “You snuck out to do your own mission. You failed and got yourself in trouble. You are all grounded,” Brufe then points to the Amazon boy. “And I’ll be contacting your mother Y/N.” Y/N’s eyes widened, Jon frowns. And Damian scoffs.

“AH WHAT?!”

[arietisart]

[lonelysocksclub]

Oh boy I need patience this weekend. My cousin is visiting and he just explained to me, a biologist who has worked with maize genetics, how to make a kind of supermaize by using electromagnetic fields to manipulate DNA expression. The goal is to trick the maize to express the genes it had millions of years ago, a time when maize as we know it definitely existed and agricultural yield was famously high. And it's only Friday.

[definitelynuwonhere]

REDACTEDTOBER DAY 22

MILO

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“My Hero”

“What about you Milo? Which superhero are you dressing up as?”

The young boy perked up. Sitting himself upright before he spoke. Costume Parade was one of the only two things he looked forward to during this month and he was particularly excited about who he chose to go as this year with the theme being superheroes and all that.

“I’m going as SuperMa!” He announced cheerfully.

The kids squinted in confusion, “Did you mean, Superman? From DC?”

“No? SuperMa! It’s my Ma as a superhero” He clarified, showing them a drawing he’d made of his Ma in her classic blue stripped apron, gingham cape, and light beaming ladle.

“That doesn’t count!” The basic tyke protested, “Your mom isn’t a superhero”

“She is to me!” Argued the young shifter. Milo knew his costume choose didn’t necessarily fit the ‘classic’ superhero style, but as far as his 8 year old mind was concerned, his mom was his superhero.

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Soon, Milo has arrived home. Kicking off his shoes and shutting the door with his heel. “I’m home” the boy announced, scanning the living room for any sign of his parents. He noticed the driveway had been empty, that means his dad wouldn’t be home for dinner, again. Which isn’t new. Milo barely saw his father, except on weekends, though he usually wasn’t sober during those. He gave a low sigh before making his way down the hall, where the growing smell of riped tomatoes filled his nose. A growing smile tugged on his lips as the sight of his Ma making dinner slowly came to view. And from the smell of it, tonight was gonna be spaghetti and meatballs, his absolute favorite.

He scurried his way over, peeping his little head over the counter to get in on the action.

“Hey bud, welcome home” She greeted, a warm welcome smile spread across her cheeks. “How was school?”

“It was ok” the bot replied, letting out a grunt as he pulled himself up to sit on the stool. “Made you something”

“Did you now? Well let’s see it” Her expression expectant as she turned to face him.

The boy’s face lit up, eager to show his Ma the drawing he made. Placing his backpack on the counter and pulling out his drawing, handing it to his Ma.

“Awe Milo, is this me?”

He nodded, watching his Ma place his work on the fridge, his little heart swelling with pride as his Ma gave him a proud smiled before walking over and affectionately ruffling his hair, which he responded with giggles.

“Do you like it?” He asked, his eyes practically glimmering with childlike enthusiasm, looking up his Ma expectantly.

“I love it, Sweetheart.” She praised, placing a soft kiss onto his soft curls, earning another giggle from the boy.

“Thank you.”

Milo smiled, the two of them falling into a comfortable silence as he observed his Ma work. And as he watched, he couldn’t help but think just how much of a superhero his Ma really is.

Like Superman, she was strong. Carrying anything, from groceries to overflowing laundry baskets, and anything that stood in her way, especially when she was vacuuming. She also has super speed, always managing to get all of us out the door, on time, not to mention how she always manages to swap out any junk he tries to sneak pass her with carrots and celery, that wasn’t fun.

But that was his Ma, constantly maintaining justice and peace over the Greer Household, and barely getting recognition for all her hard work.

Milo’s gaze soon switched to one of gratitude, realizing just how much of his mother’s sacrifice gets taken for granted. He continued to quietly observed, enjoying the quiet moment they shared, one of silence, where none needed to be said to know just how much love circled the air.

“Hey Ma” He spoke, his voice quiet and small.

“Yes sweetheart?” She hummed, briefly turning from the stove to face him.

“You’re my hero.”

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This was really rushed cuz I wanted to get it out before the day ended so it’s a lil wacked, i’m not really satisfied with it but I’m just glad I got the idea out and It didn’t rot in my head. I hope you guys still like it - N

[jesncin]

gotta admit, Clark's pretty fly for a white guy (I say and am immediately yanked off the stage by a giant vaudeville hook)

Clark's such a fly white guy, you'd think he flies occasionally. Flies like Superma- (hit by a tomato)

[ultfreakme]

Cn I ask your top favorite fics that you've written (feel free how much that you want to list)? Why they're special to you? Is there a specific inspiration when you wrote them? Thanks....

Hey anon!!! Thanks for the ask!! Favorite fics...I've written. You've given me too much freedom by asking my why I like them I am so sorry for the wall of text about to hit.

To Veer The Tides

It's a fic for Kuroko no Basuke which is basically just me slapping the character names onto a WILDLY different fantasy setting. It's for Akashi x Furihata. An arranged marriage AU where Akashi is the son of an emperor who went too power hungry and wanted to consolidate 7 mostly independent states(provinces??) into one, but he was defeated by the remaining states and to control Akashi, he is arranged to marry far below his station to Furihata, son of a destroyed noble house which is under the rule of Kagami's state. So it's about Akashi climbing back to power with Furihata initially thinking Akashi is pure evil but he soon realizes that maybe Akashi and his family aren't as evil as the people believe.

I ended up doing so much research, world-building and character expansion. It's more political intrigue than romance, lol. I still love that fic to death, I think I honestly peaked there for world-building, at least. I wrote it immediately after reading and watching Mo Dao Zu Shi and being first introduced to the concept of cultivation as a magic system and really wanted to put all my faves in flowy robes and long hair.

I want to get back to it, but I've discontinued it because I am simply not qualified to right about Dissociative Identity Disorder, systems and alters. Akashi has a terribly stereotypical portrayal of it in canon and I thought maybe I could research enough to write that, but I just, I don't know any systems and I felt like if I can't respect it, I didn't want to do it.

But it's still my favorite in terms of the world and aesthetics I had going on for it.

2. Tell Me Your Story (I'll Tell You Mine)

My current baby. The one I incessantly post about and draw for. Single-handedly over saturating the kyoshi warrior sokka x blue spirit zuko market. It's set in the canon world but I had to do so much research for this one too. I learned a lot, I think, while writing this. Big lesson being never ever write in present tense but if you're 200K+ words into it there is simply no going back RIP.

It started as just a silly romance because I thought it'd be funny to have Sokka and Zuko be completely oblivious to who they like. But as I began plotting and writing, it transformed into me projecting all my issues with colonialism and using the ATLA setting as base to dip a little bit deeper into the themes the show itself brings up, and some issues that it doesn't. Like, how colonialism uses your own culture against you, how it makes you fear who you are, makes you do things you don't want.

I deliberately chose that title because lots of indigenous communities in the world have lost their stories because of colonialism. Oral traditions and tales that are forgotten because people were killed and forced to never repeat them, forced to forget their languages. And that, really got to me. How colonialism slowly strips you of what makes human beings what they are; stories, art, music, dance, etc.

So this fic ended up being about how colonialism steals from you, uses what is yours AGAINST you and how it is important to embrace who you are and fight back.

3. Tell The Neighbours I'm Not Sorry

It's for Jon and Jay from DC Comics and Superfam. I wrote it when I was seeing a lot of biphobia against Jon and racism against Jay. As a bi asian, even if it was towards fictional characters, it was getting to me. People kept talking about how there's a specific way to be bi. Why did Jon never have a crisis about being queer? Why did Jon and Jay move so fast? Is Jay manipulating Jon just to get what he wants? It was all filled with a lot of stereotypes and biases.

Superman comics especially often taken up real world issues and puts it into the story. So I took all my anger and frustration from the biphobia and racism and wrote it into a fic.

It's about how there's no one way to being queer, and about how immigrants and non-white people are immediately classified as some kind of 'other' and 'bad' with zero grounding. It's also a little bit about colonialism on Jay's end. It's so charged with me going "FUCK IT!" and still somehow came out okay as a fic and I think I like that I managed to turn my anger into something productive.

Bonus

4. An Itajun fic I have not published and am still writing

It's my first JJK fic! It's an absolute mess in my drafts right now but I really like it, it's very fun for me. Junpei starts seeing and sensing curses far earlier because of built resentment from his bullies going too far and severely injuring him, his mom finds out and they move to Yuuji's area of Tokyo to get away from the school since they won't do anything about the bullying. Yuuji and Junpei run into each other and meet early at school. So the dynamics are kinda reversed, where Junpei is the one who is into the world of curses first while Yuuji has no clue, but they slowly interact and come together, forming a tight bond.

Junpei trusts no one and is dealing with all this curse nonsense trying to understand what it means. Yuuji is seemingly happy and chipper but he's going through tough times because his grandpa got hospitalized. It's both of them supporting each other and making sure the other isn't alone.

[prettyboybyers]

Mike: Yeah, i like superma-

Will:

[letsplaydcttrpg]

Strangers in Paradise pt 3 - To Paradise Island

Start this module here!

Previous part here!

Links to all posts for this module in the pinned post!

A rare unanimous decision! (And spoilers, it's the right one. If you choose not to bring them, you get a vision from Athena telling you that you should, and if you still don't it ends the module.)

A Decision: "Yes," you say, a smile crossing your lips. "I will invite them. With Athena as my guide, I will show these nations that millennia-old hatred can stop. The Kabulian and Fujaran ambassadors will have the honor of seeing Themyscira." "An interesting choice, Diana," Julia says. "I think you'll find it an eventful one as well." "I can't believe it," Steve intones. "Neither will they," you reply, smiling. Assemblage: When your five chosen ambassadors are finally assembled, you prepare to address them. They are a varied group, representing many different cultures and interests, their names as unique as any you have encountered here on Man's World. Jules Guisan of Switzerland, Maurice Diawara of the Ivory Coast, Kwa Khin of Burma, Jamal Zayyali of Fujara, and Ahmad ibn Umran Tiryan of the Emirate of Kabul. These chosen ambassadors make an odd study in contrast. The former three appear to get along quite well but Jamal and Ahmad continue to scowl at one another, quarrelling intermittently. You take the ambassadors aboard a passenger liner which will ferry them across the Atlantic toward Paradise Island. It is here, at the location of the storm field which surrounds the Island, that technology stops functioning. Your task will be to escort the ambassadors' smaller sailing ship through the treacherous waters of the enchanted barrier, aided by the sandals of Hermes. The liner has instructions to wait for you to return with the ambassadors. Julia and Vanessa accompany you on the Atlantic crossing, a trip which brings back fond memories for Julia. She reminisces about her childhood and recounts her sailing off the coast of Greece with her father. During the journey, you become well-acquainted with the ambassadors you have chosen. They are all intelligent, dedicated people, in each of whom you can find appealing qualities. They get along together well enough, although relations between the Kabulian and Fujaran ambassadors remain strained. For the sake of the voyage, they keep their hostile outbursts to a minimum but their contempt for each other is appallingly obvious. At one point, the discussion turns to the Olympic gods. Maurice Diawara, a very educated man says, "The most difficult thing to accepta bout all this is the presence of the gods - actual living gods. It's incredible, almost beyond belief." You choose your words carefully. "The gods have passed from the sights and needs of most people," you explain. "While they no longer exercise direct influence over the affairs of mortals, their existence is still quite real." "If these gods have left Man," Kwa Khin asks perceptively, "then what was behind this Ares Affair?" "The gods developed alongside Man," you continue, "although along a strikingly different course. The gods have not and never will simply disappear; perhaps it is more accurate to say they have withdrawn, to leave Man to his own destiny. "Because of the frequency of warfare on Earth, Ares continued to be worshipped indirectly and did not withdraw as completely as the other gods. "Ares soon grew angry and brought your United States and Soviet Union to the brink of destruction. But the mighty God of War has seen the error of his ways and has no withdrawn as well, content that Man forge his own wars. A contention which is, unfortunately, far too recurrent." "A statement which sounds like a convenient excuse for rampant power-mongering," Ahmad growls. "I must admit," Jules says, "it stretches the imagination to believe that traditionally-considered mythical gods are real and can effect such events." "Is it so much easier," you interject, "to accept a Superman from beyond the stars than it is to accept fundamental concepts from your own history?" The ambassadors quietly consider your argument during the remainder of the journey to Paradise Island.

When the liner approaches the area near Themyscira, you fly ahead, scouting out the storm field. You swoop ow, enjoying the cold, salt sea spray on your face. Spotting the perpetual storms which surround Paradise Island, you turn back to the liner, where you and the ambassadors cast off on the smaller sailing ship. As the ship draws near the storm-clouds, the small craft is unexpectedly shaken by the suddenly-violent seas. Concern furrows the ambassadors' brows; giving them a reassuring glance, you trim the sails and head into the worst part of the storm, praying to Hermes for a swift and uneventful journey. You concentrate on the sandals Hermes gave you, preparing to activate them as you pass through the barrier between Man's World and Themyscira.

Mystical Action Check! The math works out to need an 11 or better in order for us to succeed. Unfortunately we only got a 5.

In Distress: Waves buffet the little ship, tossing it violently from side to side, sending huge gushes of water over the rails. The ambassadors wisely go below deck to wait out the raging storm. Lightning splits the skies as whitecaps crash against you in unrestrained elemental fury. You again come to appreciate the sheer power of the benevolent goddess Gaea, the storm frightening in its savagery. A peculiar sensation of fear wells in you as the image of a watery grave flashes through your mind. You struggle to concentrate on the task at hand. You focus your will on controlling Hermes' sandals to allow passage to the Island, all the time fighting the winds for control of the ship. Then you lose control of the sails. The ship is tossed high into the air and then splashes back to the seas, submerging its right side. You land forcefully in the cold water and fight to pull the ship upright. Waves pound heavily on the ship. Taking out your golden lasso, you lash it to the mast. You then fly into the air, pulling with all your strength to aright the ship.

This roll is tougher. We're going to need a 13 or better to succeed here. Which is exactly what we got!

Pull Ship Upright: The savage seas pound upon the hull of the little ship, threatening to rend it asunder. You launch yourself into the skies, torrential rain pounding on you, trying to crush you down into the beckoning waves. Blindingly bright, jagged flashes of lightning crash all around you. Offering a quick prayer to mighty Poseidon, you slowly grasp the rope, careful not to pull too hard and snap off the mast. The ship sluggishly rises, water pouring from its decks. Then it lurches from the water, riding atop the waves, once again buoyant. Slowly, the crashing waves subside, darkened clouds part, light floods the boat, and light floods the seas, as the little craft sails serenely into the tranquil waters surrounding Paradise Island. Paradise Island: Expertly, you guide the battered little craft along the soft blue waters off Themyscira. The ambassadors come out of hiding below deck to gaze at the lush, fertile island. Even the Fujaran and Kabulian ambassadors are awed by the splendor of the grand, white marble buildings set against the verdant greens of the hills. You direct the boat toward the main isle and dock, where a group of Amazons, led by Philippus, comes to greet you. As you escort the ambassadors onto Themysciran soil, Phiippus says, "Princess Diana, in the name of Queen Hippolyte, I officially welcome you and your friends to Themyscira!" Following introductions to the Amazons, the ambassadors all begin talking at once, bubbling with excitement and enthusiasm. You watch the group walk up the hill from the shore against the breathtaking backdrop of Themyscira. A sense of anticipation wells within you. In your heart of hearts, you know you have done well. The ambassadors are first shown to their respective chambers, where they are given a chance to freshen up after the taxing journey. Eventually, they are led on a grand tour of Paradise Island.

Philippus leads the ambassadors to the Senate Chambers, the statue of Artemis, the Coliseum, and a tour of Themyscira's vast and numerous temples. Both the temple of Hades and Doom's Doorway, however, are excluded from the tour, declared off-limits by Queen Hyppolyte [sic] for their innate dangers, especially to humans. The tour concludes with an audience with Queen Hippolyte, who receives the ambassadors in the Royal Palace, greeting them as visiting royalty. The ambassadors are obviously fascinated by Hippolyte's presence and, while the Kabulian and Fujaran representatives feign indifference to a female ruler, you can tell the nobility of her bearing impresses them. By nightfall, the ambassadors are worn out, while the Amazons are ready for more activities. You remind yourself that your sisters were created by the gods to be prime specimens of human-kind; the rest of the world may have trouble keeping up with Amazons. Temple of Justice: The next day, the tour's informalities ended, the formal portion begins. The ambassadors visit the Amazon Senate and watch debate of the day's important issues. The chief topic is continued contact with Man's World. You notice that the term "Man's World" makes some of the ambassadors uncomfortable. It will be good for them to see the world through Amazon eyes, just as it is good for your sisters to see through the eyes of Man. As leader of the Amazon faction opposed to contact with the outside, Hellene's arguments are remarkably insightful and clear. The second stop of the tour is the Temple of Justice. The Amazons have a strong and compassionate system of arbitration for settling their disputes, one which the ambassadors should see in action. Before the arbitration session begins, Philippus prepares the ambassadors for the event, informing them the Amazons are not immune to disputes among themselves and when Amazons argue, the dispute is resolved to mutual satisfaction through arbitration. The case at hand is over an incident which occurred today at dawn. Ismene and Perimele are arguing over three prize horses which Perimele purportedly sent plummeting over a cliffside. At first the arbitration goes well, although something about the incident makes you uncomfortable. Perimele's only real defense is that she didn't know what came over her, that she was filled with an irrational compulsion to kill Ismene's horses. As the discussion continues, Perimele becomes increasingly upset. You wonder if the presence of the ambassadors is affecting her. Just when the two women are discussing a solution of having Perimele help breed new horses for Ismene, Perimele becomes visibly angry. It is frightening to watch, as Perimele's face contorts with rage and she topples the arbitration table. Two other Amazons rush to restrain her but she effortlessly topples them as well and immediately charges toward Ismene, the unmistakable gleam of hatred in her eyes.